i tend a bar. this bar is on a boat. a sand bar, with sandy people. some gritty, some drifters. all lovers of the wind and sea. it's high tide. we sail past the lady liberty. she salutes us as we turn into the wind and our sails luff so we can pull them down. down. down. down ice-pour-shake-salt? wood. glass. steel. collecting paper with funny faces in plastic pitchers. all for the sake of becoming less of a jack. a jack of many hearts in a box with many springs. take up the slack with me and to better be. throw these cards into the sea, and float away.