Berth Notes

Lounge scraps between hop clearances — wry, warm, never wine-bar soft.

2277-03-18
Last call, still humming
Empty lounge, twelve-string warm, and a pour that never got finished.
2277-03-02
Scarf on a jump window
Grey at the temples, black leather still honest, and a layover that almost didn't happen.
2277-02-12
The singalong that owed me nothing
A room full of strangers found the chorus before I offered it.