Midnight Blues away from the bars for a while, swilling cheap wine that allows for trips down memory lane. saving money, trying to figure out the bleak future, a way to make it, somehow, alive out of the whole damn charade. as cruel mornings dawn, and drinks flow, the blues come back with an extra vengeance I haven’t seen in a while. bitterness returns, I see faults everywhere around me, on everyone, including myself, and there’s no light to illumine the crepuscular rooms of life. even in strip joints I fail to feel at home anymore; a constant reminder of how things were constantly looms over my head. dark rain floods the streets, the emptiness of the world engulfs me once more; exhausted, trying somehow to disappear. always remaining still, unable to react. more drinks are poured and downed. the dry bottles withhold no real answers. Late Night Embraces she held me tight, when we were both high on high octane rotgut and fortified wine; “I love you” and I couldn’t mutter it back, my heart resided my throat blocking all words. going cold turkey and someone else held me tight, refusing me bourbon and junk (that had momentarily sent me to the Bar); she, too, said “I love you” and I had no voice to reciprocate. few years apart, the two long late-night embraces that kept me sane; one from my whiskey girl, the true love that was taken too soon from the merciless spike. the other, I did love, too; she couldn’t take the madness any longer. went through too much in too short a time, all the bourbon insanity I relish and in which I feel alive. too many other embraces came and went; none significant. temporary escapes from the mist, vain attempts to glimpse at the sun. more are to come and I know the ending; wordless poems on yellow napkins, while Wild Turkey and Four Roses water my withering heart. it’s all right. barflies will always be there, bars will never cease to exist. home, the corner booth of a dimlit joint and a broken down angel in whose embrace I’ll lose myself for a night.