Wake at Club 13

(A Poem)

tell it. straight. no chaser

diagnosis dire

tip toe towards terminal

when?

next summer. maybe.

I knew when you called it was bad.

could be worse

the big casino

more file in

slow pats on the shoulder

outside the first wave lands

berkeley on broadway

whiskeys line the skinny stick

heavy sighs slip

all give knowing nods

generations of misdeeds

rush at downtown

the best man toasts

to our dear friend

gone too soon

he lifts his glass last

ten toes wading in water

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Nathan Truzzolino is the author of Middle of The End: A Novel available on Amazon.com now.