Beer on tap
comfortable wooden chairs,
and football on tv,
I should talk with the guys,
but I don't want to.
I'm bored and growing impatient,
everyone is talking over everyone else,
each voice louder than the next,
a guy plays a folksy tune on the guitar
and neon lights shine burning my eyes
I feel like a fish out of water,
here in this supposedly common ground
for most men,
I'm trying not to stick out,
but I have nothing to say.
I stare at my phone
and wait for my dinner to arrive;
taking small sips of sweet tea.
Everyone else drinks water.