Its midnight, and
the old regular
Stu
sits across
the same bar he always elbow greases
finished with his second shift
at the dressing factory.
barback
flips through the
jukebox -
softens the dimly lit dive with
Hank Jones
speckiling the keys,
couples hover.
Cue balls
crack the silence as old men
break
cigarette smoke evolving from their soft packs
from worn out breast pockets
"Since 9/11"
"Since 9/11"
huddled serious women
talk football, BLT sanwhich (chips), beer,
Hank Jones
-jukebox
always sunny, America
at midnight
