Downtown - Reminiscence

This is part four of my Downtown bit. This one was originally written in the first person, but didn't fit in as well with the other third person pieces.
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Another Jack and seven gets him one step closer to destitution as he sits there in the shadows that seek out guys like him. This smoke-filled, last-stop booze joint caught him in his tumble down through towns he doesn’t recall and women that never stuck. Days travelling from gig to gig, him and his guitar lookin’ for a good time and an audience, are fresh in his mind amid a haze of other things – the “good ol’ days”.

Round the bottom of Jack number four he gets to wondering what ever happened to that guitar.

The bartender looks his way and he knows he's been mumbling out loud. He throws back the last of his drink and makes his way home, stumbling out the door into tomorrow to go home and dream about yesterday.