Family Housed By a Bar

Ten stools Ten drunks Grey beards singing old songs. Torn leather under asses, bellies squeezing out of shirts. Cheeks sucking in smoke blowing out regret Polishing beers and cheap drinks Some quiet Some loud Memories an everlasting silent conversation One women, a thief Stealing all their hearts Swinging her long hips under her wavy hair A smile followed by a voice that peaks ears Advice given as advice is taken Feet dance to the pulsing jukebox Knee’s fallen to by laughter As minds get drunker the bodies grow slouched The leather begins to breathe Teresa ending another night Counting earnings winking goodbyes Some walk others stumble I thank Teresa wishing her a good night