West, to Rabbit Hill
up the
stairs
into the third door
across the room
under the leg
of the
wooden table
that sits against
the wall
at the end of the bar
is an opportunity
to earn a high school diploma
in your spare time.
It is this
opportunity that keeps
the much too
full Tom Collins
from spilling
every
time
J.S. & P.L.
lean across to kiss.
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