A night out in a bar...
A sip and a two, the glass is empty.
Dreamy eyes and the smoky atmosphere,
Heads together, faces blushed,
Whispers many sweet nothings.
Glass filled to the brim,
A man leans onto the counter,
Suspicious eyes examines the bar girl,
Blended with a talk of promises.
‘One more’ lures a friend,
Against the other one’s rancour.
Words of pity flow,
And ego ultimately wins.
Music from mobiles,
A group singing along
With frequent change of songs
Only adds to the bustle.
Some leave, many continue.
The clock ticks,
More bottles emptied
More luring, more courting.
The night seems long,
And my sleep calls.
My glass half filled,
A sip and a two, the glass is empty...
A sip and a two, the glass is empty.
Dreamy eyes and the smoky atmosphere,
Heads together, faces blushed,
Whispers many sweet nothings.
Glass filled to the brim,
A man leans onto the counter,
Suspicious eyes examines the bar girl,
Blended with a talk of promises.
‘One more’ lures a friend,
Against the other one’s rancour.
Words of pity flow,
And ego ultimately wins.
Music from mobiles,
A group singing along
With frequent change of songs
Only adds to the bustle.
Some leave, many continue.
The clock ticks,
More bottles emptied
More luring, more courting.
The night seems long,
And my sleep calls.
My glass half filled,
A sip and a two, the glass is empty...
Hey Davinci, you know I have already crossed that level. I love being sober every day and am glad I no more have to wake up in a bar like you did. Keep musing man! And thanks for the post.
ReplyDeletewel, wrote it after a long time...anyways, i wake up in a bar only durin weekends...rest of the week, m damn busy...haha
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