I’ll have what he’s having
A gin and tonic sits at the bar
Nobody sees her, because she’s everywhere
Three tequilas shoot loudly
While a scotch rocks taps his fingers
Looking at someone who just isn’t there
A martini checks his watch
Does he have the wrong address?
A Cape Cod looks up from her phone
Then back down
A neat whiskey doesn’t want to talk about it
And the old man sleeps
Dreaming a different nightmare
Next to him a champagne flute sings
A strange green tune
Death in the afternoon