where scorned men gather to drink beer

in the bar
across the street
scorned men
from various walks
gather to drink beer.

there is the plumber and recent father of triplets
known to skirt around the edges of his home, afraid to make entry.
a banker of six years, alien to promotion and repose.
an electronics trader swooning in debts and in uncontrollable  letch.
a radio presenter whose voice is sweeter than his fortune.

this evening the banker comes in
with a grave face and a termination letter.
the men pass the paper round them in silence.

“madam” says the plumber to the thickset owner of the bar.
“bring us one full crate”

the pubescent barmaid sets tumblers before them
chewing gum, humming a fast tune.

the trader teases her budding breasts
touches her waist and lower.

when she shouts her disapproval,
her madam calls her to a order, warning
“don’t drive away my customers, you hear me?"