Night In, Night Out
by 
Dave Morehouse
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Posted: Friday, August 17, 2012 Word Count: 104 Summary: For the prose and poetry exercise. |
Night In, Night Out
The whiskey pauses, passes my lips. Regret sets in. Yes, a warm friend on the margins of my tongue is agreeable and the burn in the belly blushes my cheeks, yet I recognize that solitary shot will never, ever be sufficient on this damp fusty evening when the air lies still; waiting at the brink of rain. A wallet opens; beckons the barkeep. Yes, please. Another.
Night In, Night Out
Two whiskey fingers hesitate midair, then disappear.
Regret hangs heavy.
Liquid acquaintances, daily maintenance
for a decade and more.
Dismal weather drives us in droves,
indoors, under a barkeep’s umbrella.
The whiskey pauses, passes my lips. Regret sets in. Yes, a warm friend on the margins of my tongue is agreeable and the burn in the belly blushes my cheeks, yet I recognize that solitary shot will never, ever be sufficient on this damp fusty evening when the air lies still; waiting at the brink of rain. A wallet opens; beckons the barkeep. Yes, please. Another.
Night In, Night Out
Two whiskey fingers hesitate midair, then disappear.
Regret hangs heavy.
Liquid acquaintances, daily maintenance
for a decade and more.
Dismal weather drives us in droves,
indoors, under a barkeep’s umbrella.