a neighborhood evening

                           In the brisk seasonal realm,..the trees finally acquired identities. Anticipation of the clear morning sky in a dewy contrast with the fields below. The migrant ants of labor below,.. as viewed from the eyes and nose of a commercial jet-liner,...as it soars from above into the far off destination of distance. While in the working class part of town the friendly barber snips a trim off one of his regulars. The pale afternoon is as appealing as a necessary drought of rain from the heavens,.... the crops of Central America drying through the depression.
                          Early twentieth century tidings from the bleary eyed illiterate,...staggering through the remote farms of the north. Waking up to isolation,...and dreams of drunken delirium,...to the filthy slums of Chicago. A pretty young woman in her early twenties,...who seemed to be drinking alone yesterday night. Such a lovely decoration to add to that bar stool. Dirt cheap was my local watering hole. The same daily routine and the same bartender,...Richard,.. yeah Richard with his handlebar mustache and lumberjack octave. He never tried too hard to make anyone feel any better,..that's what I liked about him. We all knew there was nothing but flat beer and false love  to wash down the drain.    
                       The previous evening in a moment of intoxicating inquisition I got the young ladies attention with my crucial demeanor. Her name was Gena,..a grade school teacher who somehow stumbled across my frequented establishment. Her dirty blond hair and chiseled cheekbones only added to her dark handsome features. There was also something sexy about her scratchy voice,..like she smoked three packs of Camel straights a day. She was a product of the unforgiving city,.. cool with her wisdom and acquired grace. She had style. I bought her another round. I leaned back on my stool and lit a parliament cigarette. "Oooohh,..classy",..she added to my preference,..."Yeah I remember when these babies were four bucks and a quarter about ten years ago,....you remember that'? I asked her without making any eye contact,..but only looking straight forward. "ummm,..I was probably around twelve ten years ago",.. she felt smart. "So," ..I thought about  a different subject. She liked me for some reason. I managed to convince her to accompany me to an upstairs billiard room in a neighborhood restaurant about four blocks down the street. We walked down Main St,..laughing amidst the lighting of the streetlamps. 6:45 or real close to 7,...I can't remember exactly. I told Gena that I was living with my girl friend currently but we didn't love each other anymore,..we were going through the breaks,.. I could tell that she had morals and didn't like this,..I didn't care. What I remember most about Gena was her caring aura and motherly ethics. We embraced and kissed as my pool stick fell from it's leaned position on the table to the drab carpet,..where weeks and weeks of vacuuming sucked the life from it's brand prestige.,."Go home to your girlfriend",..she buzzed softly in my ear.  I never saw her again.