GAY BAR

I'm sitting there like... Man! lonely! all the time...

and sixteen men sitting at the bar staring straight before them...

And Man! I'm wanting!

All the time

and standing in the need of more than prayer can bring!

and sixteen men silently

drink their beer and

speak to no one...

O! God!

I'm dying slowly aging away day by day hourly changing from lover

to decay...

sixteen men walk out

one by one

disappear

in the fog...

alone

I am alone...

closing time

p. e. britton