drank himself to death
wasn’t his fault
life kept pouring him
the next round
one for the road
old man bar
in harbor district
no pool table
no jukebox
television doesn’t work
only thing to do
is drink
then pour yourself
into the street
late night
city buses
so depressing
so empty
looking
for an answer
in the neon
dark alleys
boarded up buildings
ride around town
last stop
get off
get on
slow moving train
going back downtown