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he fixed his gaze on the tom collins glass

where water was dripping down the sides

soaking into the initialed napkin

making a ring on the bar

the ice melted and clinked

and he was reminded of her earings

and the banlges she wore around her bony wrists

and refused to take off

when she put her hand down his pants

even though they caught on the jeans

he narrowed his eyes

taking a drag off his camel

the sucking sound masked by the drum beats

from the rock radio station

and yells of the freshly turned 21 boy

who was asking for a kiss or a touch

to the made up girls

waiting for someone to buy them drinks

he flicked his cigarette

getting ash on the bar

forgeting the ash tray beside him

thinking about a time

when conversations weren't thick

with cold stares over phone cords

insulting every question and answer

he broke the cigarette between his finger

when the made up girls laughed nervously

at a joke that wasn't funny

but to a drink that was free

and he closed his eye

and drank the last of the rum and coke

faithfully set in front of him

as long as he had 3.50 ready for the next round