Day Drinking

The bar is busy

Grouped sporadically in cliques

And at three o'clock on a Friday

The corporate drunks

Drinking scotch

With their loosened ties

And poorly sized blazers

And a couple of "regulars"

Boozing for real

A sixty-something female

With her purple hair

And Woodstock expression

And the frivolous tourists...

Doe-eyed and spirited

Drinking craft IPA's

Giggling over its 8%

Easy targets for an over-priced menu

And me...

Falling somewhere between local drunk

And corporate asshole

I skipped out early on my seminar

New wave holistic healthcare

Fuck me

At first, I was enthused

But I can only take so much:

"Aging is a choice..."

Huh?

Organic food

Organic yoga

"If you meditate..."

And everything with kale.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough

I debated, though--

They began to set-up happy hour treats

Is it worth staying for the free booze and food?!

And so, I left.

Just after the bearded a-cappella group finished

And now I sit here

With my bourbon beer

Bee Gees in the background

Waiting on my buffalo waffle fries

And I'm so fucking glad to be alone

Exhausted from reality

And from being a grown-up

Corporate America...

I want to paint this weekend

I NEED to write

And in-between

I'll get drunk

Hopefully, I'll get laid

And I will watch mindless Netflix

Exhausted from a pace to which I never agreed

And this bar...

Full of mid-day inspiration

The escapists and nobody's

We are all slowly dying

(Some quicker than others)

At least the ones here will be fed

And their thirst is quenched

Or is it?