Jackson, Dewey, and myself meet in the hotel bar
to talk about the events of the last few months.
Ch 12: Reunion
We meet in the bar
of the Public Hotel in the city.
They both look like hell.
The place is ridiculous, hipsters
oozing out of the woodwork, ordering drinks
I've never heard of, which dates me.
Dewey limps, Jackson has a mustache
and long hair, something about
blending in with the underbelly of the drug world.
I'm inclined to tell him that 'staches
went out with Tony Orlando. But I don't.
It's good to see them.
The next three hours are drunker and drunker,
stories are related, fodder for restless fingers.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2017-05-06 at 14:25
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