Film Noir
It's been a while; I took a beer from the bar
and sat in a booth
which obscured the view, the world
and myself.
I wanted to be a young man
needing a young woman, but the head of the pint
soaked my mind into a quickly foaming reality
that I had to watch go flat.
I kind of slouched in the seat,
a tired-eyed server asked me
"if I was Okay”?
I dry mouthed a thin-lipped grin,
she looked away,
maybe she was avoiding a sight
in my sore eyes.
I ordered fries, to change the subject
or distract - not sure which.
It was dark by then
my reflection in a window
was too much to comprehend.
Slowly I drained the bottom of the glass
of any further meaning.
I felt better.
The fries had not yet arrived,
maybe they never did.
I eased myself out of one empty space
to enter another.
I had to try to walk away
from an old movie in my head.
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