At the Bar

A tale of stale beer moss and lost years here in this joint where life has no point as the varicose nose throws another one down looks slowly around with a glassy eyed gaze he staggers and sways but the tipsy old hack- throws another one back and hollers to mabel more ale if you're able and the barkeep chagrined reluctant,gives in- lights up a cigar as he wipes down the bar and the varicose nose so drowsy it grows sinks down into sleep so blissfully deep escaping the tears... the cost of lost years.