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?
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