77 Words About Nothing [5-01-12]

Cold and gray

out,

Warm and boozy

in.

Conversations jumped as you incessantly played ‘Dear Prudence'

 and sneered at the steam rising from my cup.

You looked innocent and

I

was the epitome of just that …

 Behind the door, jokers gathered with ears pressed and heads full.

Someone bought the wrong whiskey —

and now we had no choice but empty it and wait until morning

would wash everything away.

The window stuck open-

did that wonderfully. 

~Unpublished