Hey Blue

There were three shots of tequila lined up in front of me
not the cheap shit either
lined up beside the microphone on a fold out table
"Read us a fucking love poem" someone shouts from the crowd
"They are all love poems" I slur back
I pick up the first shot and sling it down my throat
"Ok,ok I say...here is one..a fucking love poem"
I stumble through it
The women swoon
Giggle
try to get my attention
afterward
I fade away from the crowd
toward the back of the bar
slide into a booth with my friends
I'm drunk
drunk
Thick with drink I
melt out the back door
and plod towards home