‘Give Me a Beer on Her Tab’ By Drew Wechsler

A young, unemployed musician, in fur lined denim jacket, walks into a smoke filled bar.
“Give me a beer on her tab,” lights smoke and shakes hands.
“Wheres my girl”?
Shes nowhere to be found.
“Mustve known you were coming” a regular cracks.
He sighs, blue eyes, and goes to the juke box.
“Nother, night i guess”
“Your preaching” a pock marked, twice widowded, one divorced fire man says.
A sad country song plays. The crack of the cue ball echoes.
Another shot, see where the night goes.

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