Brother Can You Spare a Dime

I got drunk in a 

a Portland bar

thirty minutes after

I had exited my

girl-friend's car,

she text

to tell me

that she had finished with me

that that that was that.

I sat drinking

and pouring tears

into my whiskey

a guy with an

English accent

joined me

we had a good time.

I bought all the drinks

as I remember.

I left alone drunk.

 

A couple of days later

I went back

to the same bar

and stood in

the same place as previously-

and realised that

I had been talking

to a full-length mirror.