I found the coaster in the back of the tray

I found the coaster in the back of the tray.

It’s the only thing left from that rainy bay.

The crab logo is faded, a pale, washed pink.

It’s stained by a heavy, dark circle of drink.

The car broke down in a town with one light.

We sat in that bar through the middle of night.

I use it now to keep the wood from a scar,

remembering how little we got in that car.