Sometimes lemonade

Sometimes the unique and crackling noise of drink orders coming in brings me back to reality
Zdrzdrzdr 

Sometimes I’m really here

You grab the tiny paper square and walk over to the barrels to pour the liquid of hops and malt, 

in some cases more of the one or the other,

sometimes lemonade

Sometimes somebody sends over a distant smile 

just for me

On top of the world, Boulder City Nevada

November 2015

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