Pub

There are at least five of them in here tonight
Sat apart, and I am watching and waiting for

…I think it will be Billy tonight…

I am watching and waiting for Billy to have his
Seventh pint
Before he brings up his broken heart

That he will of course call something else
Because he can’t say what he really means
Or feels
        Though that will open the flood gates

        For the other four, in some small
        Pitiful way—for an evening—
Before they don’t talk about it all

Again, ready to return
Tomorrow.