Night At This Bar

In This Bar listening to voices strangle the music

and the voices transform to an uproar

broken glasses tinkling on the ground

 

Faces blurred into beer glasses;

That drunkard at the corner swears he's not drunk

The leery gambler is sure he's bets are calculated

The terrorist dancing ungainly,

knows his causes 

are dead right

He's been killed many times by Jägerbomb

 

At the bar, reticent, I'm the voyeur

Listening to inane conversations

Gleaning out inside information from city boys

Which would be invaluable tomorrow 

if the hangover allows 

 

There's no sadness in This Bar

Only love and anger

Disintegrating to kisses and broken glasses

 

Sadly, Time and the big brawny bouncers come

To end our stories

Which would continue same time tomorrow

Maybe same casts, maybe different lovers ...