The Dive

The everyman’s watering hole A refuge-cold or balmy, what’s the difference? Leaves change, politicians run, and politicians lose Styles, erratic like the wind Friendly faces amongst the crowd Turnstile movement except for the old guy at the end Yea, he and Methuselah go way back A stalwart-no matter the circumstance Drink for joy….drink to hide misery, it’s all the same Paid on the proverbial tab of the Universal Escape Hatch It’s all a house of mirrors about to go up in smoke right? Run from those who say differently Opinions-strong like the gin Voices grow louder with each guzzle Tuning in and letting out… Peeling paint and creaky hinge Cheapest beer this side of town Darts whizzing by Called corner pocket Dimly lit and dingy to boot Neon flickers as tired hands clean Closing time, one more round Just another Friday in a hometown dive in anywhere U.S.A.