“Two Highballs” (poetry by FBC)

TWO HIGHBALLS Two highballs at the tepee barsuspended over hungry halibutsand starfish.Names and dates,and dollar bills on rotting wood,around an image of Popeyegiving us the finger.Playing “she loves me, she loves me not”with the water spots on empty glasses,she then wipes the counter with a humid towel. Empty glass,signal for a refill.The guy at the

“Two Highballs” (poetry by FBC)