Jon Edward Walker - Two bar stools

Two bar stools
sit at my bar
in my apartment
where the utilities aren’t in
my name
four of my beers
were left out last night
and are warm,
they sit on my counter
next to the electrical tape
and orange juice
both of which
I bought

the girl I brought home
lays in my bed because
I brought her here in
my car
she’s lying naked
with my scent on her loins.
when she rises later
she will wear my jammies
and go outside to smoke
my cigarette’s
but first I will make her
breakfast
eggs, potatoes and beef
all bought by
Uncle Sam

Jon Edward Walker

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