he tries not to drink
but those shadows will haunt him
and the glass refills
ice bumping shoulders again
the night never seems to end
for an old friend
on phones and alcohol: for Steve
they do not mix
ever
but especially at midnight
just as the light goes out on the Empire State Building
and your worn old heart
the glasses: for Frank
are gone
you discover that in the morning
on your way to the subway
when the street looks hazier than usual
you remember a street sign
First Avenue
and think
they’re somewhere on First Avenue
you feel slightly woozy
like you did in the shower
when you realized you were still drunk
you know your ex-wife would say
see why I married someone boring
and yeah, you think
yeah I see
and somehow, some way
the day will end
and you’ll go home
to sleep like the baby
you never were