happy hour corner poet
taking it all in

one silent, observing sip
at a time

stories seem to just present themselves
lovers Lost, lovers found
lives not so tucked-in & sounD

and then there's the hippie girl
waif.... dancing ... smiling
as if she's got a secret but is not
telling.... unless
you can figure her out

ha.
good luck

some drunk plays a Disney song sped up .... we all laugh
accordingly

and then
it. . . .
hits