Hotel Bars


I like to drink in hotel bars.
I relish in the lack of drinking with any regulars.
Absolved of needing to ask,
or hear about kids,
or wives,
or vacation plans.

The talk, if any,
revolves around where we’re from,
what we do for a living,
or what circumstance brought us
to the hotel.

I lie every chance afforded to me.
I tell people I’m from Detroit,
or Toledo,
it doesn’t matter.

I tell them I sell stocks
or used cars,
or whatever.

Whatever I need to say,
I say.
Whatever they need to hear,
I say that too.

I don’t normally talk to women in the bars.
I don’t want to pretend any more than I have to.
I don’t want to pretend I care,
when they talk about
their husbands,
Their children,
or how bored they are.

I really don’t care.
I’m just here to drink,
and be…

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