Got my back against the bar,
cigarette smokes curling around
in grey and blue.
Been standing here for hours,
‘cause you made an offer I’d not be
able to refuse.
Whatever chance I had befor e, honey,
it ‘pears I’m the sucker who’s gonna lose.
I got them ol’ bar-leaning, rumpled suit, old man, whiskey-waiting blues.
Written for a Fiction In a Flash challenge at Multiply (R.I.P.) in 2012.