Every Bar
by james Bezerra
Friday nights
desert downtown
Yuma refracts
all sound.
Bar music
wouldn't even
be worth
the bother
when heat
stifles day-life,
becomes resonate
echoing off
narrow streets,
artificial adobe
government buildings,
sweat bodies.
At least
this bar
is an
Every Bar.
All towns
have this
dark, locals
sticky bar.
Air this
pregnant, humid
makes here
glow loud
with sound.
.
.
.
