my glass half empty, my heart half full
the music pounded- shook the walls.
the newly 21 year olds drank everything,
destroying their kidneys one shot at a time.
the older adults trying to relive youth,
having intelligent conversation over drinks they couldn't afford with people they wouldn't know the next morning.
the youngest people peering around,
hoping their phony ID's wouldn't get them caught.
the bartenders, light on their feet although
heavy on their souls.
the obvious recently single girl trying to get any guy to simply
buy her a drink.
the tv's showing friends re-runs.
the smoker outside, crying and coughing,
yet another night.
the husband trying to forget about the fights,
his father, and the imminent divorce ahead.
the alcohol, keeping the peoples thoughts flowing
and the money coming in.
my glass now empty, my heart half full.