Poetry

Some Days

Some days scream
for a martini
dirty and wet
as the rain on a
November Monday
Stan Getz and
Bill Evans
dueting on
vinyl while the
drops patter on
the panes

Such a shame

There is no
martini

But there are
worse fates than
escaping with a
glass of wine
instead
And if it
all goes
to my head
I just might
be better
for it

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