Drowning Dive Bar

A cocktail of liquor and loneliness

Poisoned her boiling blood

Midway to the bathroom

In the drowning dive bar.

Almost made out with a picture

Autographed by a C-list celebrity

Who’d stopped by for a pint

On his way to the unemployment office.

Then she came to her senses,

Settled for a fella with no pretenses

Nursing a Mike’s Hard Lemonade

In a Target polo.

Unbuttoned her buttonless shirt

With a twitch of fingernail

Hoping to catch his vacant stare

Before he sighed and overtipped the pretty waitress.

But by the time she got there

He was already fully unaware

Of any charm he had remaining

Beyond the filters of a dating app.