AT THE CAVERN
HIGH HAT
'Ain't nothing light about a
keg of beer.' The big guy said
that, and I laughed. It was funny
to me. Even if maybe it wasn't
light beer. I'd don't think he made
the connection. Anyway, the place
looked shiny in the half-light; I'd
never seen it like that before. It's
usually an unholy mess, of noise,
girls jiggling, bands, live music,
beer chatter, loud voices, and a
damned jukebox too. All in a
darkness of seduction and play
and drunkeness mixed. He was
unloading a truck. I said, 'Why
don't you use a dolly?' And
another guy piped up, 'They're
ain't no dollies here until later.'
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