The Silver Fox

Slouching in forgotten tap rooms dirty old men, forgotten old men, slop piss coloured beer from, wet, dripping glasses. The hollow din, the reliving "the good old days", echoes sadly as life quickly passes. "They used to call me 'The Silver Fox' What do you think of that? They used to care." An empty glass crashes to the muddy floor. "I guess I'll be hitting the street tonight. Sleep in an alley tonight. Nobody cares." Slouching in forgotten tap rooms dirty old men, forgotten old men, slop piss coloured beer. Nobody cares....