black and white marble floors look like a theater to me
or theatre as the british spell it old man
fancy red seats, old pipe organ blaring away cool
hope the car is alright--rough neighborhood
hope it starts when we leave or else we’re fucked
good game, penalty shot
dude behind us yelling constantly over his beer
where’s your skates man?
beer flowing, game going
more fights in the stands than on the ice
off-duties in yellow jackets have a busy night
I don’t want the game to end
but it does and we head out to the subzero
car thankfully starts and we crawl like a frozen drunken worm
out to the expressway and it’s hypnotic brake lights staring at me
who the hell is out driving at almost midnight
well it is a big city I should have known better
grab some coffee and some pancakes on the way home
at the local family 24 hour restaurant
like families are gonna come in at 3 a.m.
talk about the game--talk about anything
