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beer from arne, glog from
wally,
smokes from steve, brownie from jed,
an unopened beer someone hid in a corner,
another longneck from rick,
some red i found under a table
when the lights came on
and they kicked us out.
we drink it teen style,
steady rain falls on former brewery parking lot,
back against concrete wall under high canopy
built to keep tall beer trucks dry when loading,
a trickle creeps along asphalt closer & closer but
the slope's just right and it turns to miss us
like a river changing its mind.
no wind so we're covered,
a downpour straight as hair, 4 a.m.,
the party's over,
we watch them
slide
the barn-sized
S H I P
P I N
G
door shut
on the longest night
of the year |
