PLAIN OLD LUCK By Tim Gavin
So the whiskey transformed them into mythical figures with their Irish accents and roofers' mentality ready to fight over a wrong word or a missed round when one guy goes to take a piss as the bartender the true pastor of the parish listens to confessions of their true feelings as they made fists and pounded the bar in fury or mourning he hears a confession of how one man cheated on his wife with a woman who lived down the block he worked on her roof fixing a leak that ended up in her bedroom spoiling the vanity where she primped and primed herself for the nights that led her to the avenue and the juke box tavern where she didn't have to buy one drink they traded stories of emptiness and despair and crashed into an embrace to escape the reality of leaky roofs broken marriages and lost opportunities for peace for grace or for just plain old luck
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