bench.

April 23, 2012

Drunk
on whiskey and
a day of beer
I stopped at a
picnic table around back
and between
bars
A pair of legs stumbled by
Sat on the table
top
“I don’t want to be
creepy, but
I’m going to
sit on your
bench”
It’s not my bench.
“Well you’re owning it”
(OK that was clever enough)
We BS’d
“You seem disenchanted”
Wow.
My friend arrived to pick
me up
and these legs were waiting
on some guy or something
anyway
Well, goodbye Susan
You know I very
rarely
remember names

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