Nursing my beer at the Shack in Mililani, watching
Quiet screens with lost men chasing balls
As lost as the men sipping beer in the half-light
Unsuccessfully trying to bury their hangovers
Longing eyes glued on waitresses derrieres
While upstanding citizens leave church across the street
Just another Sunday morning
Prompt: February Year of the Rat Writing Contest Prompts — 50 words exactly