(cont.) We’ve broken up in front of the beer taps and busted our faces at happy hour defending someone’s honor. We have seen kids grow up and marriages grow old, lives born and lights go out.
We’ve heard every jukebox tune a thousand times, sometimes in one sitting. We have over-tipped to be over-served. Have woken up with the hair of the dog and passed out when the sun shows its face. We have done shots and been shot down. Downed pints and puked in the garbage cans.
Embarrassed and absolved ourselves over Jaeger bombs and Bloody Marys.
Here we are equal— equally lost equally broke equally off and we look almost innocent under the neons.
We spend hungover holidays on barstool thrones, where liquor bottles stand like gods under Christmas lights providing us gifts we didn’t know we needed.
Even though Sunday mornings can be brutal without a hint of redemption, we crawl back to the neons full of confessions and contrition, where we never have to order, the bartender simply has it waiting with a beerback of forgiveness and that feels better than church to saints like us.
in front of the beer taps
and busted our faces
at happy hour
defending someone’s honor.
We have seen kids
grow up
and marriages
grow old,
lives born
and lights
go out.
We’ve heard every jukebox tune
a thousand times,
sometimes in one sitting.
We have over-tipped
to be over-served.
Have woken up
with the hair of the dog
and passed out
when the sun
shows its face.
We have done shots
and been shot down.
Downed pints
and puked
in the garbage cans.
Embarrassed
and absolved ourselves
over Jaeger bombs
and Bloody Marys.
Here we are equal—
equally lost
equally broke
equally off
and we look almost innocent
under the neons.
We spend hungover holidays
on barstool thrones,
where liquor bottles
stand like gods
under Christmas lights
providing us gifts
we didn’t know
we needed.
Even though Sunday mornings
can be brutal
without a hint
of redemption,
we crawl back
to the neons
full of confessions and contrition,
where we never have to order,
the bartender simply has it waiting
with a beerback of forgiveness
and that feels
better than church
to saints like us.