Cleanse

You should cleanse, she said.

Pouring my whiskey

neat

Well that’s what I’m doing, I told her.

Giving me a knowing glance

that one’s on me, she said.

And this one, I told her

is on them,

pointing at our reflection behind the bar.

She thought that was funny.

Laughing together

was enough.

Another night, Bohemian

Strange! Bohemian’s more like it,

how it’s all so curious

but there isn’t a cat in sight.

I think I’ll stick around a little longer—

just for kicks, another Scott…Another.

Good nights with decent people, that’s all.