The last sunbeam signs
off the late shift,
heads down the bar,
nope, Jesus doesn’t want him
for a whatever;
not suited to daylight
long working hours.
Rack em’ up.
Plays pool with the drizzly night,
a shady character who cheats,
spits frosted saliva
to pot corner patched pockets
while drinks are reordered
in the breaks.
“Beamz”, as he likes to be known
coughs-up marble fireballs
which hover the table’s edges,
as ice meets heat
the score evens.
Under the semi-retired moon
he feels he’s a shooting star,
that’s a comfort for now.
So, rack em’ up.
