Girl-Drink Drunk
Eleven a.m. Saturday morning
the sun warms city streets
touching tourists and residents
but misses the man
inside tavern walls
hunched over the bar
illuminated only by TV light,
college basketball, Temple's ahead,
lost in the frozen swirl
of a strawberry daiquiri:
A girl-drink drunk
can't face his troubles,
can't down a shot,
hiding from the day
alone with the bartender
lining up pina coladas and Long Island ice teas.







Last Updated : January 25, 2009

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