This isn't a bar.
It's not a night at the movies.
It's a room full of strangers,
Some alone, some with 'friends'
We strain to hear one another over radio rock,
A wall of dead noise keeps our voices down.
Conversation no more than shouts and grins,
Awkward and exchanged in haste
The stale stick of cheap chicken clutches our fingers,
A cajun glow washed down with glances at despondent companions
A young girl performs from table to and fro,
Four beers here, caesar wrap to go.
Eyes are on her;
For many in here, some attention is welcome.
This isn't a bar.
It's a waiting room with nowhere to go - yet.
A burned gap in the time,
To the next event.
Finish up. We're going.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 11:17 AM UTC
This isn't a bar.
It's not a night at the movies.
It's a room full of strangers,
Some alone, some with 'friends'
We strain to hear one another over radio rock,
A wall of dead noise keeps our voices down.
Conversation no more than shouts and grins,
Awkward and exchanged in haste
The stale stick of cheap chicken clutches our fingers,
A cajun glow washed down with glances at despondent companions
A young girl performs from table to and fro,
Four beers here, caesar wrap to go.
Eyes are on her;
For many in here, some attention is welcome.
This isn't a bar.
It's a waiting room with nowhere to go - yet.
A burned gap in the time,
To the next event.
Finish up. We're going.
Ever been in the kind of bar you would rather not be in? This is a reflection on that.