Blues and laughter drifted
through her open window
from the dance club below.
Pillows piled 'round her
on the sagging sofa, she sat
smoking, blowing rings toward
the ceiling exactly as taught.
Still awake at 2:00 AM, she heard
voices calling out, goodnight,
tipsy customers wobbling their
way to the train station
on her corner. Ice melted,
watering down her drink.
She closed the bottle of bourbon,
and sank into sleep where she lay.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com
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WITHOUT ever naming the emotion.
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