Poem: This Magic Moment

This Magic Moment by The Drifters is playing
On the beat up jukebox in the corner
That still takes quarters and plays records
“This magic moment so different and new”
Crones out Ben E. King to bored listeners
In a place that hasn’t seen magic in years
Smelling like stale beer and sadness
Swathed in unnatural neon light flickering
Competing with a beer light over the pool table
With ripped felt and questionable stains
Where sideburns in a trucker hat is talking
To a woman who hasn’t been sober in years
Wearing makeup that paints an emotion 
She doesn’t remember how to feel 
And somewhere inside me I totally feel that
All the desolation prompting a question
Why am I here and the answer is obvious
As the lack of effort in my watered down drink
I’m lost here with everyone else here stuck
In this magic moment

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A response to Eugi’s prompt on Magic.

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