What is better than leaving a bar <br />in the middle of the afternoon <br />besides staying in it or not <br />having gone into it in the first place <br />because you had a decent woman to be with? <br />The air smells particularly fresh <br />after the stale beer and piss smells. <br />You can stare up at the whole sky: <br />it's blue and white and does not <br />stare back at you like the bar mirror, <br />and there's Whats-'is-name coming out <br />right behind you saying, "I don't <br />believe it, I don't believe it: there <br />he is, staring up at the fucking sky <br />with his mouth open. Don't <br />you realize, you stupid son of a bitch, <br />that it is a quarter to four <br />and we have to clock in in <br />fifteen minutes to go to work?" <br />So we go to work and do no work <br />and can even breathe in the Bull's face <br />because he's been into the other bar <br />that we don't go to when he's there.<br /><br />Alan Dugan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swing-shift-blues/
