at the CC Club with a blue notebook,
working on your craft
- with thanks to Duane Fillipi

if you have one more, you
still can drive home. 
remember to
tell the waitress how
pretty her eyes are,
keep writing, stay in shape
don’t forget 
to stop forgetting
to set your alarm, if you’re late
for work again

damn one more will cost you one
more hour of sleep, but 
them’s the breaks, you got
art to create here, hell
I hate this song, gotta 
put some coin in the 
jukebox, might as well
hit the men’s room while
I’m up, wonder if there’s
still that graffiti in there
about if you haven’t
voted grass roots you
haven’t done 

man, that guy
over there is gonna drink
that whole pitcher of 
beer himself, hey be
sure to capture all
this booze-soaked glory
in your writing, all
these wasted 
chances lived out
under beer lights
and bar tabs, you sure have
a way with words, dammit

okay

finish this one
have one more
then I’m outta here.

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