Ruby red drink
Getting drunk
On high crimson
Divine light of a dark table.
Sitting solitaire,
Not confined except in the mind.

Tickle town talk jitters
With swing beat sound music
In deaf ears.

Solid stool holds up wavering hand
Over half full glass.

Twisting earring,
No big jangling,
Quiet beads twine slow numb fingers
Under string strung hair
Where eyes hide.

Watching the world go by
As thinly veiled anger looks out
To see time tick.
Waiting sitting over dark table
Wine sings, ears hum
Sipping twittering sound sweetly.
Air exhales.

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