Another G&T please,

with some orange peel.

You try to drown

your ailing thoughts,

they seem to sink at first,

but in the end resurface,

can stay afloat on any booze.

You stay sick in turn.

Luckily for me,

there are cool bartenders,

quick and gentle youths.

They are smart,

besides professional,

can read both your face and mind,

have good words and smiles for you,

with discretion,

but know when to become serious,

wearing a mildly reproving look

over their indulgent grin,

and definitely convince you

that the time has come,

however bad it all still feels,

to put down the Copa de Balon

and walk back home.