Tethered

You keep having to leave.
Tethered to the bar.
You don't want to travel far.
But she'll wind up in trouble again.

You're rushing red-wroth
when you see him behind the bar.
Keep a civil tongue
for you'll run together under streetlamp suns
and you'll not think, and she won't have
to wash the blood out of your suit
in the morning.