A whiskey coke
spilling over your hand
as you walk back to me.
The jukebox plays old
45's, my glass almost empty.
You wobble onto the stool
as my arm reaches around
you. Lighting a cigarette,
taking a drag, you smile
wide as smoke streams over
my head. I pull the fabric
tight against your hips,
reaching out for a kiss.
A drag and a sip.
Another song comes on.
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