Bar Scene

She spoke only in sunflowers
while at the other end of the bar
he delicately removed the label
on the beer bottle with his mind.
The bartender spoke in broken
iambic pentameter, rhyming
occasionally with the waitress’s bad hip.
TV on but no one watched the static—
focused more on the pool,
where a dragon, recently recovered,
was bathing in gin.

—John Reinhart