Alone

You haunt me as if I am sitting in an empty bar just me and the stale smell of cigarettes and beer but I wouldn't be alone at all With my eyes closed I'd feel the ghosts of Friday night lingering by the jukebox, arguing about a woman in the corner, or dancing round and round next to the pool table. And when I opened my eyes I would be alone again just me and the stale air and a bunch of worn down old bar stools. With sigh I'd get up and leave stopping at the jukebox for a moment to ask the specter of an older woman to play some Pink Floyd She'd ask me for a dollar and I would give it to her but if she asked me to buy her another drink I would tell her she'd had enough to go home and quit looking for what you need in places you know it can't be found and then she probably wouldn't play any Pink Floyd at all.....