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Pass us a tin, will ya, Bill?

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The stool sighs under my deadweight cheer,
A drunken moon stuck to the veneer.
The neon hums like a pissed-off fly…
Ah, well. Pass us a tin, will ya, Bill?

Bill slides a tin—condensation sweats—
the kind that forgives a man’s regrets.
I suck the froth, that bittersweet lie,
while the jukebox coughs up a lullaby.

Somewhere, a glass topples in slo-mo,
Shatters polite as a TV show.
The barkeep’s rag mops up the crime,
Like it’s done this dance a thousand times.

Outside, the streetlights yawn and stretch,
Their orange glow like cheap ketchup smears.
A taxi hiccups past the curb,
Ah, well. Pass us a tin, will ya, Bill?

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