Instrument and sat at the bar
And poured himself a double of
Augusta Dry ten year old and he
Sat with it in his hand letting
It swill and paint the glass sides
Thin amber and he put it back
Quickly coughing and swore and
Laughed and poured one more.
He looked at it for a while in
The half-light and the rain
Persisting the past hour made a
Sound like trees in wind as it
Swept the roof and he sat an
Hour more until the door grew
Darker and drank the bottle up
And the rain and wind held out.
He was swaying in the trees in
Their pale branches and singing
And then he was on the floor
Holding onto the stool laughing
As the bar swung like a carousel.
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