What is so seedy
about a cigar bar
in New Haven?
The smoothly dimpled
oak leather chairs?
Or is it the amber
shadow boxes of
empty beer bottles...
smoke stack breathin'
bluesy heart chokin'
music,
plus - business men
finally able to relax
to inhale the life
they agree with.
We all feel comfort
surrounded by vices,
our butts slowly sinking
into forty year old stuffing
and our feet firmly planted
on scuffed up pine.
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