The bartender knows your secrets
She accepts them with the extra tip
you slide across the sticky bar
as she sloshes a bit of foam
from the top of your next beer.
She's lost count of how many you have had
and nods as you pour out your tale of "woe-is-Me"
But she's heard it before
From countless customers
who look and sound just like you
She smiles and you convince yourself
that she really likes you
that you are different from all the others
who have asked her out
"after work"
She smiles
accepts another tip
and files away your story
for the novel she is writing.
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