Three Line Lunch: Just a Little Taste of Hangover

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 217

Just a Little Taste of Hangover

After our cleanse little drinking for weeks and weeks; now Michigan State on Irish bar TV
Followed by fruity drinks packed-in chattin’ with patron Frank at Tiki Ti. Morning comes
Desert-mouthed and woozy, a little weak on the feet, with a slight dull ache of the head.