This Bar is Now Non-Smoking
It’s not quite my hundredth day and
I still miss the companionship:
friends huddle in doorways until
glowing embers dance
near lips. Fingers stained
burnt umber smash
cigarette butts into a brick wall.
Conversations of importance
never happen inside bars, but
here at the fringe you can still
feel the heat from inside;
hear the bouncers laugh
and sometimes the
hard crack of a pool cue as
it strikes. Here stand
the philosophers.
The nihilists.
No denying nothing.
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