The Dive
The everyman’s watering hole
A refuge-cold or balmy, what’s the difference?
Leaves change, politicians run, and politicians lose
Styles, erratic like the wind
Friendly faces amongst the crowd
Turnstile movement except for the old guy at the end
Yea, he and Methuselah go way back
A stalwart-no matter the circumstance
Drink for joy….drink to hide misery, it’s all the same
Paid on the proverbial tab of the Universal Escape Hatch
It’s all a house of mirrors about to go up in smoke right?
Run from those who say differently
Opinions-strong like the gin
Voices grow louder with each guzzle
Tuning in and letting out…
Peeling paint and creaky hinge
Cheapest beer this side of town
Darts whizzing by
Called corner pocket
Dimly lit and dingy to boot
Neon flickers as tired hands clean
Closing time, one more round
Just another Friday in a hometown dive in anywhere U.S.A.
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