They Met At Micky's Liquor Store

It was kind of late, the town had gone to sleep while some had woke up real early. Nothing bustled, nothing moved quickly, the moon had faded into a dark graveyard. Micky's was open, blue and yellow neon fizzed static in the dewy dark. She was not young but she looked good in cowboy boots. He had not shaved but he looked almost sober in his stained denim shirt. They both held a bottle of JD at the cash-out counter. However, cupid was out of luck for they wanted a drink more than each other. Still and all, they would meet again under a new sleepwalking star, both holding handcuffed hands, drunk at the back of a cops patrol car.