Kgb Bar

Bar is standing room only Poetry reading Hopefuls and veterans make the scene Rub shoulders Drinks in hand Crowd at the bar The place closes down Quietly people move Like silent shadows Leaving Without saying goodbye. Nighttime Second Avenue alive Young people congregate Hustlers stand on corners Neon lights twinkle in the night A few street people Sit in a doorway Huddled and lost Hustle for change Something to eat Playing music that only the stars can hear The beat of the city goes on Never stopping Undiminshed Only the vastness of night Reminds us That we belong somewhere.