Coasters

The type of place you hear about, The locals tell you ‘Go check it out.’ The walls trap echos of laughter, haunting the outdoor heaters long after; It could be a break up that leads you there, or the desire for a shot or an ice cold beer; That’s not all that happens when you find it, conversations become the addictive habit; Music fuels the vibe at 2 in the morning; Come last call? You know you’re not leaving; People come together, no longer strangers, turn up the rhythm, we are a force of nature; A lot like the cars in the parking lot, packing standing room only at this spot; You can’t get this press from a promoter, Just one night; you’ll fall hard for Coasters.