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He stepped out, solidifying a habit

Of frequenting the corner lounge

Downtown - the one

Where he gets to drag Steppenwolfe

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Into the back, read by one of those antique lights,

Drink black coffee,

Savor his sobriety,

Picture a cigarette haze and

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Make eyes at all the pretty musicians.

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They generally make eyes back:

A lot of them lose their jackets,

Tuck their hair, sharply,

Behind the recesses of their ears - 

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While their ex-boyfriends 

In the band

Suddenly get all bristly,

Pound a drumstick into the snare,

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Use rhythm to mark their territory.

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By about 10:45, the music slows - 

The lounge becomes a party - 

Nanaimo, much like Victoria,

Like Vancouver, or Campbell River,

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Rolls its seedy under-belly, over.

And so I drive home, on this night, only

Half satisfied - having stanched a hunger - 

Filled to the brim with cheap coffee:

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Completely, yet

Lovingly

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Sober.

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