More intoxicated scribbling:
Waiting for a voice to call my name
Waiting for the water to kick in
Waiting for the drinks I shared with my boss
to subside
Waiting for the curtain of my hair
to reveal a familiar face
lurking beneath the fog and mist
In a strange city, In a strange bar
Waiting for a studied stranger from afar
Waiting for a stranger with no cellphone (but a car)
and jukebox lights
and potential dog fights
beautifully ballistic bar nights
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