One More Round
Jennifer Worrell
This is my fifth. Or is it the sixth? Now you’re starting to look good.
I always liked you in that white dress. Can’t even tell where it got ripped.
I’ve seen you come in here a few times but you always fade away before I can talk to you. I’m sittin’ here, just me and Captain Morgan, and you kinda breeze in, but then you disappear again.
Last time you stuck around awhile after the third round, and I think the bartender got a glimpse of you too. So I got this idea, see. If you’re here, it must be working.
Come on, sit. We’ll talk about the good old days. Remember the time it took three rounds before you’d sing karaoke? You were so shy. I sang dozens of songs, but you couldn’t do it until I bought you a few Cuba Libres and forced you up there with me. We
