there is a lot of sadness
in the bar
the brazen bar
no longer with the brass
that landed the name
a lot of shadows
hiding amidst more…
shadows…
long faces
hidden in glasses
whiskey
maybe
beer
something more
arms perhaps
empty arms unfilled
unfulfilled
lost seeking to be found
night is at home here
comfortable darkness
like an old wound
aching
bleeding memories
cold cries of
“this was once the place,
the place of light and life
now stale…now…
out of place”
a projection of my mind
unfairly pressed against
unknowing patrons
lost in song
i know i know i know
in the end
i don’t belong