Gin + Fizzes

Gin fizzes on leather swiveled chairs with hard pointless questions filling the low lights and spaces between the trumpet pulls. The crystaled glass rim of short drinks starting to sing from the counter to the booth. Drums like tinsel enter and all the chairs sway and pivot. Questions echo off the bar back, bouncing between the mirror and the bottles. Time can’t be kept in this improvision. Hard questions the flatten the drinks, that won’t be dissolved, that pull the seats forward to the stretching edge of the leather, grow loose.