Anonymous

Alone at the bar

I sit away from the small group

That is gathered at the other end

The martini hits the spot

After a long day of driving

And wretched heartbreak

Two workers

One young, one middle aged

Are here for a job

That couple seems cozy

Clearly they are in love

He buys her another glass of wine

The bartender asks my business

I am here for personal reasons

I wish to remain vague

A second martini

Takes me to last call

Soon the bar will close

The young man offers

To buy a last round

I am included

I opt for wine

I’ll pay for it in the morning

We share a toast

To anonymous friends

And travelers from afar

A brief encounter

Turns out

The couple is not together

The bellhop calls her a cab