Saturday, day nine
work six days per week
rest on the Sabbath
in the most heathen of places.
Saturday night out on the town
four bars and at least two parties.
The Acey Deucey most popular
spoken of as “ The Doocee”
transplanted from any small town anywhere
most frequent habitat the Mid West or South.
Pool table. Check.
Foos ball. Check.
Poorly lit. Check.
Long, thin, low ceilinged
elbows glued to counter
thrust back butts overhang stools
what the fuck are you looking at stares.
“Bud, Stroh’s, Miller.” No other conversation.
The first full week of the season
the first night all bars are open.
In ‘The Doocee’ on opening night. 12 fights
shore patrol is busy.
On Monday morning at Captain’s Mast
no one knows nothing
only saw distantly.
“ Some dude jumped the pool queue
some dude crashed the Jukebox
some dude squeezed some chick’s butt
some dude kicked a table over.’’
Witness after witness.
The captain said
“ boy when this guy Some Dude shows up
is he for it.”
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