The Raven

The specials at the Raven
fuck
1930s bar and cheap drinks
I'm
taking in the lights
blue
red, green, water in the
orange
gatorade cooler and 2 dollar
natty
bohs, c'mon I drank too much
for
a tuesday in some part of old
DC,
the ride home was faster than I thought
it'd
be on the slow as hell (usually) yelllow
line,
I watched the sun set outside
bleached
window panes, I stumbled into the bathroom
a
few more times than I'd
planned.