Nine-O-Clock

Top of the brim is full, that point where it almost spills over, so close but yet so far. This one does not cost him a dime neither did the one before. John always does it this way, it is part of the pay, it is part of the job, it make the work flow so much better. The silver smooth metal spins as it floats down the bar. Floating like it was a small boat of the calm lake of life. It reaches him with a swift stop, but he doesn’t go for it, he lets it stop and rest, because he is resting, he stopped along time ago, but John never remembers. That is ok though, he always forgives, he realized that might make him happy some day, one day, but not today, happy is far off and the light at the end of the tunnel has not shown yet.

John has been here for ever and he always tells him the joke of the week. But time is showing who is going to come out on top for this fight, and John knows this. It brings him down, but not low. His smile fades faster now than it use to, he knows he could have been more, important. What John does not know is that he is important, but just not to the right people, but some people that are not scene and not heard are some times the most important of all. John… John… if he could only get out of this place, he thinks, he could make what ever he wants of him self, but he is glad that John is here now.