Impressions of an Andersonville Dive Bar

Throughout the week, through all the stress and the busyness, I take a moment out of the day to write down some details about the environment around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The dark blue light bathing the vintage cash register.

A fruit fly kisses her reflection and wanders to me for sloppy seconds.

A young blond woman walks to the back to the bathroom, dipping her head to one side as she struts.

One side of the glasses shine yellow, the other shines blue. A shelf of drinking glasses caught in the middle of this light shimmer an eerie greenish.

Dear Jukebox,

(two dollars = five songs)

it’s heavenly to own good old you for eleven minutes!

Garlands of fake plastic flowers line the top of the bar.

Wretched night, why do you refuse me companionship?

Belle and Sebastian singing from the speakers offers companionship enough for now.

I crack my neck in boredom, and instead I feel relief.

A young drunk girl angles her mouth too close to the young man’s ear as she tells him her history.

A man signals to the bartender that he needs a refill. The bartender nods to him, but walks away.

The bored pale girl waiting for her date to get back from the bathroom takes a whole two seconds to look around her before she plunges her attention and mind into her phone’s screen like a starving woman clutches a hot plate of steaming food.


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