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Happy Hour

I found myself slowly nodding
Affirmatively
By then.

Rain does that.
Must've been the same rain
As his.

But could he hear the lonely
roaming hiss
Of hydroplaning?

Where I sat
I can't tell when it's raining
Till the front door opens

As traffic goes by.
But for now

The clink of shots,
The crack of cue sticks and
Pool balls next door

And a low murmur of gin,
Sports talk
And sex.



This was inspired by the last stanza of a poem by Taurek.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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