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Dark Bars in the Afternoon

I feel comfortable in dark bars in the afternoon
Perhaps it’s the anonymity of it all
The fuzzy televisions,
Spewing football highlights and news with no sound
80’s Heavy Metal playing quietly in the background
The music of people lost in time

The once beautiful barmaid
Clothes too tight
Celluloid hangs from her stomach like a ticker tape parade

I feel comfortable in dark bars in the afternoon
The quiet insular drunks drink with wide red faces
They are friendly and call me sir
He is a defeated man, the afternoon drunk
Kind in his way
He has been taking orders from assholes for much too long
I am thirty years his junior

I feel comfortable in dark bars in the afternoon.
I don’t think about the outside world
I can’t tell what time of day it is
I can’t hear my phone not ring
Pork scratchings for lunch again

I feel comfortable in dark bars in the afternoon
Perhaps it’s the proximity to the liquor?
Attainable
Beautiful gleaming bottles in the barroom mirror
Safe
Until your unemployment runs out.
Written by CTC (Angus T Connor)
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