SATURDAY NIGHT
Everyone rolls it out
Cue, and a ball sinks into a pocket
Round the bend to find laughter
A gentle punch in the arm
Accompanies smiles
I think I can read people
Ivy leaguers
Dirt bag bikers
Californians and Coloradans
But what do I know?
I just invent a story.
Tight calves reveal the bikers.
Wrinkles show the rural westerners.
Beards cause confusion.
Couples cling--incapable of being alone? I'm just another cynic
On a barstool.
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