sunday night, october 7
jazz and makers mark
at the hungry brain
smoke-filled and dark
time-warped the previous fifty years
a light touch on the back
to let me know you are near
as my anger subsides
and my good mood returns
here and then i'll reside
and the cigar i am smoking
and the bourbon i am sipping
while the band plays, "Shamokin."
i do not want to come back home
drinking and writing here
happy both with you and all alone.
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