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The shot went down

smoothly

with a slight burn

but a Mexican pilsner

chased the whiskey

voices at

the other end

of the bar

rattling on

about physical wide receivers

the sounds of balls

on a pool table

reacquainting themselves

with each other

a poem written or not

my ears perk up

at talks of the Flyers

but I only think of Rob Zombie

and the Broad Street Bullies

We’re still waiting

for that film

but I still hear voices

someone is complaining

about not getting paid

the radio is playing indie music

and I’m glaring at a green bottle

and an empty shot glass

The Sound of Silence on radio

being sung in Spanish

and now a middle age couple

is engaged in a verbal feud

the setting sun

is casting its final rays

thru an open door

begins to blind me

a poem in waiting

to be sure