A bar is a good place for a poet. A good place to study the human condition. Here most everyone's life is in various states of disrepair. Some lives end up completely broken.
That's what Tortelli said to Zigman Zibanski. But he was too drunk to take notice. So Tortelli wrote poetry for another day, another post. He wrote till Zigman sobered up a bit. He led him into the late night air and put him in a cab he then sent away. Tortelli went back to the bar and wrote some more, about a friend who was never quite right.
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