last night in barcelona

killing time in this almost empty 'indie bar' (it's not even midnight) before the 3am bus
with a jameson on the rocks that i accidentally guilted the bartender with baby muttonchops into giving me for five euros -
half-drunk and half-drunk

i talked to him a little in my mediocre spanish and then this girl with frizzy amy winehouse hair came in and he's talking to her now
imagining how it feels, going to visit your bartender friend you have a crush on

i remember bringing karen with me to visit you - you slid immediately into the booth next to me - we ordered apple martinis, which were mediocre, and tried to be very cool, and you called them appletinis to mock us - i was nervous about being there, surprised by how happy you looked to see me

and now when i visit you - how you hover and look glad that i am there - it made me smile