All the many voices swirl around
the room
some conversations are audible
but mostly a bundle of talking
blooms
There’s the high pitch of the
giddy woman sitting at the bar's end
and there is the baritones of
the burly man
expounding on about a contend
While the muted television
monitors play
showing voiceless mouths
speaking with scrolling words
making little sense ...
however, it’s fine – there is no
need to relay
Liquor rules the moment and
shades the mind
There’s an entertainer singing
his song
playing his guitar
no one is really listening
it’s just another gig – he sees
no wrong
There’s occasional and scattered
clapping -
the sentiment seems more a
courtesy
of guilty pleasures snapping
Beer flows from the taps and over
the glass and lips - glistening
The man in the corner glowers a
menacing stare
A pretty lady sits alone swaying
to the music without a care
Conversations abound
Round and round and round
There's a serious couple having
the talk
There's two other groping lower and higher
trying to burst into a lusting
fire
And always - always one loner
who speaks only to his thoughts
While the night gathers her
children in wrought
For its about passing the night
away
time and again
there is one cat who goes astray.
