Shadows cast upon
the faces of the crowd
as the lights go out.
Empty cups and
cigarettes
cover the floor.
A worn-out band picks up their
equipment.
Tables and chairs are scattered across
the wooden floors.
The bartender,
19-year-old Ginny,
Skinny, quiet, small-town girl
yells from
the countertop
“LAST CALL”
and the crowd makes their way
to the door
as the last light dims to black.
