At a bar with a 20 something girl
who i didn’t recognize.
Dirty blonde. Slightly trashy.
But so was I.
Dirty blonde. Slightly trashy.
The bar was on the Italian coast and
the water was gorgeous.
I remarked how people were swimming
even though it was November.
The white sands.
She ordered me a drink.
I sheepishly advised
white wine please
because I am really not a drinker.
I walked away to go smoke a cigarette.
There was a boardwalk.
As i was smoking my cigarette the end of it
stretched and expanded
like a balloon
and dropped to the ground
because it was so heavy.
A band of six old-time clowns
(think vertical stripes, tight cuffs, puffy clothing)
appeared in a display reminiscent of pallbearers
carrying something that might have been
a coffin on their shoulders
as they paraded down the boardwalk.
The atmosphere was Mardi Gras but
with an Italian carnivale flair
I suddenly realized i didn’t have my wallet
so i rushed inside the bar
looked around for the girl
She was gone.
Molasses House 
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