well after midnight the sales...

well after midnight
the salesman in the liquor
store was giving
his clients advice, like:
corrupt only hundred-proof
because the chaser makes it last,
i'm past that,
and now i'm resting after a short
journey, distinguishing
by the agency of the way my neighbor
strikes the typewriter first note of the scales
verse from prose,
what will i do here? no idea,
life doesn't