Another Poem About Leo

Holy crap, I'm on a roll. Here's the second (as yet untitled) in a series of poems about the fictional life of Leo...

Leo Cooper found himself sitting in a small tavern in Dublin, Ohio.
And he didn't "find himself" in any spiritual or existential way, either.
He just walked in and there, seated at the bar, behind a half-pint of Budweiser, was another Leo Cooper.

Shocked, the original Leo Cooper quietly took a seat in a booth by the door.
He pondered the menu and settled on a pint of lager and a steak sandwich.
Waiting for his food and sipping his beer, Leo Cooper couldn't take his eyes off himself.

Leo Cooper found himself sitting in a small tavern in Dublin, Ohio.
And he didn't "find himself" in any spiritual or existential way, either.
He was just sitting at the bar, behind a half-pint of Budweiser, when in walked another Leo Cooper.

Shocked, the seated Leo Cooper watched in the mirror behind the bar as his other self took a seat in a booth by the door.
He reached for a peanut from the bowl in front of him and took a long drink of his beer.
Cracking peanut shells and nervously fidgeting with a racing form, Leo Cooper couldn't take his eyes off himself.

What if the two Leo Coopers got drunk and started a fight with one another?
Would the sky fall?
Would the sun continue to rise in the east?
Set in the west?
Would this clock continue to tick?
Or is it already broken?