The Bar
Down a back alley,
I pull open the door,
Smell of kerosene,
Stained rug on the floor,
Dim lighting,
Strange language,
Unnerving, Yet exciting,
I sit down and order a beer,
I’m already drunk,
But my mission is clear,
In The bathroom its cold,
Concrete is cracked,
This building is old,
Just one long trough,
Steam wafting up,
Now back to the bar,
I can’t get enough
JEV
Copyright © Jim Vandevelde | Year Posted 2021
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