are singing from the tv

high corner of the bar

something about spiders

i’m distracted by beer

the stopping here

few miles from Paris

all she wants she says

is more

more vodka more beer

me to put please

more money on the bar

& all i want is sleep

rest from this heat

some time away

to think

how did i get here?

dragging this sloppy

ungrateful drunk

across France

& knowing too

the more she wants

is not of me just

my money on the bar