A Night

Sam talked to Joe

Cymbal hissed

And the drink man

Mopped the counter top.

Joe slumped toward Sam

The guy beside cried

And Sam saw none of it.

And I asked Bill if he didn’t think knowing one thing for sure

Implied the certainty of knowing all of it.

And the horn man sailed a string of sounds over top

And the guy besides eyes stared blank as stars.

And the night lady sashayed

onto an empty stool

And whose to know she’s not just another lady?

So Joe told Sam to get her a beer.

And she laughed her thanks to Sam.

And the bass man traded 4’s with the horn:

Tobacco smoke traded space with a gust of beer.

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