Saturday, March 6, 2010

Jukebox












We are our best
when the night comes to a close.
Bar bus boys hang in the towel
with the jukebox still playing
my two quarters.
Our hands hold tight
as the boys across the room
watch us kiss.
We sip house whiskey,
laugh like children do,
and smile back.
The jukebox retires.

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