Closing Time

I asked if this bar gives credit.
Bartender asked, "Why?"

"It's a sign,"
I said,
"Of a decent bar.
You know,
one that's out
to sedate the pain
of being human,
not to capitalize on it."

"Oh," she said,
"No."

At closing time,
she said,
"I hope to see you tomorrow."

A capitalist's love
never satisfies.
Soapbox Artist: collecting art & literature of the worst kind