The Bar — Poem #1

The beer slips down easy

The noise runs over head

The newsman points and raves

The beer slips down easy

The night marches on beyond the door

The newsroom smiles invitingly

The noise slows to a crawl over up above

Everything fades

The beer slips down easy

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