New Rough Draft

[mr_murda_murda]

The band tunes and tunes.
Brent has that awful zebra-
striped cowboy hat on. Speed
metal isn’t my scene, but you
have to support your friends,

even when they have bad ideas.
Three empty corona bottles
are lined up in front of me
like trophies. I drag a Turkish
Royal as three young women

walk in. I’m staring like
they’re a row of suns setting
at a table near me and the stage.
I’m trying for eye contact. They are
oblivious, talking to each other

and this tall fuck in a dress shirt
who sits down like he knows them.
Megan is next to me talking to
a girl I don’t know. Maybe if I
didn’t always hang out with girls,

I’d pick more of them up. I stand
and push my way to the bar, order
another Corona. The band keeps
tuning, Brent in his stupid hat,
and I think again about traveling.