In the seedy corner of the bar, he sits alone
With a grin on his face, yet he couldn’t look more forlorn
The cadence of the music slowly fills his body
Liquor in hand, he starts to tap his foot
Rocking back and forth, reclining to the beat
The smoke drifts slowly to the ceiling and he remembers her smile
Starring aimlessly off into the darkness of the room
He takes a sip of his whiskey
Wishing he was anywhere but here, anywhere with her
In a bar I once knew, there sits a man, stale as old dew
Drinks brought to him, timeless and vagrant, never vodka, never gin
Whiskey sings to him throughout the night
Women pass by; endless arrays of beauty catch his attention for a brief moment,
But their movements are but dark, silent shadows grazing the edges of his senses
His eyes begin to wander; he forgets all the smiles, all of them,
But one.
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