another jockey

she had the wet blue eyes

of the seasoned day drinker

who has lost where one day ends

& night begins

the path of sunlight others follow

I saw her crush out her last cigarette

let out a tired sigh & get up to go

just as she was fussing her lighter

into her back pocket

up came another jockey

in the fellowship of the few

you holding? he whispered

no I’m flat she sighed

I got a touch to get us started

he smiled

she smiled

they rode the distance to the bar

in seconds flat

another good day had started

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