A Fitting End

Writing from a prompt about a meeting with a drunk

An Encounter With A Drunk

All was quiet in the bar that day.
I sat alone,
Nursing a beer thinking what a perfect ending to a horrible day.
Then suddenly I smell this stench coming from the front door.
I turned to see the stench making his way to my side of the bar!

He sat next to me smelling like he bathed in cheap whiskey.
His eyes blood shot,
Wobbly was his walk,
And a razor hadn't seen his face in days.
His hair was a mess,
His clothes begged for an iron,
And soap and water was calling his name.

He yelled to the barkeep-
"Pour a drink for my friend and one for me please."
I looked up in shock-
I don't know this man!
But who am I to turn down a drink in hand?

The next thing I know
He's spilling his guts
About some wrong he's done.
All the while smoking the discarded cigarette butts.
And just when I think it's time to drink and run,
He swallows his drink and beats me to the punch.

I look at the drunk and then back to the barkeep..
Not sure of what to say.
The barkeep looks back at me and says
"You got this?
Cause he forgot to pay."
I pull out my wallet and thought to myself.
Now this is a more fitting end to a horrible day.