A Song to the Glorious Lonely

too long
I guess
I’ve hunked down over the wood of
bars looking for music

I don’t know what made me feel that people of
soul might be more in bars than

that cost me
many years of barron

it was when I began finding more interesting things
in the grains of wood
than in the people

that I got what I needed to drink
and took it to a room
and closed the door

men who drink in rooms alone are less
afraid than men who drink

it’s like dying alone
cheaper by the ounce
and a better high
than any Western movie.