The Afternoon Crowd
Beer glass left / abandoned / on the edge of the table / beside the slot machine / half moon lemon / in a tumbler / slumped against its glass side / ordering drinks between songs / the live band sets up / instruments / tests the sound / cobwebs of froth on the empty beer glass / beginning to disappear /
Because I didn’t feel welcome in my old home, I used to spend a lot of time finding somewhere else to be. Like pubs. The sort that are rapidly becoming replaced by chain owned establishments. Maybe that’s a good thing. Times change, after all. They must. This is a snippet dedicated to the places that have given me somewhere to be.
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