drinking revelation

ice melts quickly here.

yellow haze and cold beer.

smoking conversation,

and drinking revelation.

finding out who and why.

“sure I’ll have another.”

seeing the world from a booth.

the vibe of independent youth.

all being real.

all sipping truth.

“… no, let me get this round.”

condensation gathers.

nothing else matters.

laughing away.

holding off another day.

“no, I’m good, thanks.”

time unwinds.

lusting minds.

empty glasses.

a taxi passes.