Engineering Nostalgia

What is value? I stand here peering out at the bar tab Wondering what fallen soldiers reside here Belatedly sipping away staring into space He checks his phone on and off Searching for some message and meaning Takes another shot, stares Waiting for a beautiful bride perhaps To jump suddenly into his frozen arms Then again the door floods open People shuffle around looking for their seat I'm wondering where I'm supposed to be Walking back into the kitchen The chef tells me not to stand at the bar So promisculously I agree, its not favorable to see What is value? I go out into the darkened streets Glowing with artificial heat Wondering, if you can engineer destiny The way little store shops Recreate nostalgic mystery Collecting pennies by the breathe The ocean front is murmuring In languages i still cant understand As clapping heels gawk And old folks talk Newspaper gossip talk- I'm standing in the space of no space Wondering what is value?