I sit alone at the bar
Lazily swirling the last bits of
***** and ice
Around my glass
The sweet stench of smoke
Clings to my clothes
And seems to settle in my crevices
Over the muddled din
Of pool tables and conversation
A voice at my ear
A hand at my waist
A pair of convincing eyes
Against my better judgement
I leave my drink at the bar
Along with my
Dignity