I want to go the bar
but not how you would think.
I really want to go to the bar,
Ten years ago.
I don't want to go for the first time
or the second time
but for the umpteenth time.
I want to slide on to my stool and
have my drink in front of me
with that familiar smile
or even scowl
from the bartender's day.
Events I would know all about,
except for the very latest.
I don't want to make friends....
today.
I want the comfort of easy,
long acquaintance.
I miss that old habit.
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