Outside cinder blocks loiter,
sometimes hold the door, if
the day is hot enough.
A cue ball always crashing
into a racked set, interjecting
the jukebox soundtrack.
I reapply, the cherry lip gloss
that stains the butt of my cigarette.
Marvel versus Capcom takes the
quarters from my purse. Boredom robs
another buck to hear something
other than “The Joker” for fifteen
minutes. Tour the bar stools to find
the one that spins the most.
The world vanishes in wisps.
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