communion…

she’d set-up shots early on her shift…Irish Mist all ’round…downed in an instant by waitresses…a newspaper man…crazy Dave…and a midget from the neighborhood named, Pete…all of ’em drinkin’ to the Sun risin’ another day…and their souls bein’ saved at the crack of noon…

the bells rang out twelve times as they licked their lips and crossed themselves during this holy communion…when two or more are gathered in my name…and crazy Dave ordered another round…

she’d set ’em up again…with short beer chasers in split glasses…ales and whiskey…ales and whiskey…for today we drink…and let us not forget those who have gone before us…may their souls have a short stay in purgatory…may they touch the hem of his garment soon…

and they’d sing out old songs along with the juke box in the corner…quarters clanked…waded-up dollar bills stretched out and placed at the alter…as the Wurlitzer boomed…banged…and scratched…coughin’ and wheezin’ out old Chet Baker tunes…and Coltrane solos…

give us today our daily bread…forgive us of our trespasses as we forgive those who who have trespassed ‘gainst us…

glasses raised in the air…night will be here soon…

Amen…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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