JUDY DeCROCE – MEN OF HAPPY GRILL

I

The East End

Bonesy never seemed to mind
his old man staggering home
careening from post to car to door
zigzag cadence, leading downhill
from Happy Grill.

II

Happy Grill

Its beery smell
settles out of a dark doorway
where sticky wooden floors hold them.

Them—
the ones always there;
men – only men
unimportant outside
but with a place here
a welcome.

Time suspends
as they step in
familiar
and watch their glasses
slowing sips as a whole day waits
with too much time.

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