Piano Man, pt 2

As I play deeper into the night, I survey the saturday crowd. I observe Paul chatting with Dave. Paul’s never been hitched, never had the time with his booming career as a real estate novelist. Dave’s been a navy man for years, and I’m sorry to say that he probably will be for the rest of his life. I see a waitress brushing up on her politics with a businessman who’s getting gradually stoned. They’re sharing a drink they call ‘loneliness’, but it’s better than drinking alone.

As the night wears on and my limbs grow weary, I grow more aware of my senses, the sound of the piano seems almost carniverous and the microphone reeks of beer. My onlooking listeners look rather perplexed, asking “Man, what are you doing here?” I’m unsure as to whether or not it’s a compliment.

At the end of the night, I check my jar.

“Damn! Nothing but bread again!”

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