Tuesday Night at the Bar. by Alyssa Trivett

My male friend comments

everyone propped up

at the bar

might be headed to a local

sleazy hotel to check in,

thereafter.

They're all drunk from 

spewing commas

at one another, the way

they throw their coats on

at last call,

like honorary football players

after a big win.

I just want to sit and unwind 

and put the Jukebox on 

for an hour or two.

And throw comic bubbles for a few.

Two beers, and a shot glass

if I can't remember the name of it.

Not a bad evening.

Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music, chirps down coffee, and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has appeared recently at In Between Hangovers, The Penwood Review, The Rye Whiskey Review ,  and Apricity Magazine.