Stop Over, Repeat

Lying in unfamiliar bed
in a way station city
on the way to wherever
to see whoever
and small talk myself
into that same old conversation
with my blank face in the mirror
about how this is the last time
I’m going to end up right where I am
I hear the ice
in the ice bucket
collapse into itself
again
and again
until finally I get up
and pour that last drink
that I told myself
I wasn’t going to have