LONELY NIGHTS

LONELY NIGHTS

"One more," a stranger
swaying back and forth
yells out, "One more."

Aged beauty wears
a false mask of happiness -
wears a polyester skirt
pulled up above her knees
showing off her aging thighs. . .
leaning on a bar,

"One more."

A quarter in her wrinkled
hand, "One more."
She taps the quarter on its'
side - twisting back and forth
on the bar tool,

half smiling,
half carying,
"One more."

Nancy Duci Denofio
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