The lights are dim and the drinkers dimmer.
Smokey plays piano in the corner, never gets tired of it. Plays the same three numbers on loop. As long as somebody's refilling his hooch, he plays.
Table at the back seats Head Shot John and his Pillow Gang. They call 'em that cause you never hear 'em coming. They be quiet killers.
Rocky runs this bar. Big guy with a square jaw and killer right hook.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
