We were here fifty years ago

Drifting in and out of conversations
About some perverse poetry

Sultry vixens and the men they tamed

Whispers and shouts
Eloquently spoken over some scrambled background jazz

A hustle of people migrating around
In some discordant harmonious rhythm

Cocktail hour at this doomed speakeasy

We drank and were silent




We drank and were voicing our opinions

We drank more until we could no longer drink any longer

We stumbled outside

Attempted to hail a cab
Fell asleep on a park bench

Awoke to the sun’s rays glaring
From some far off distance

Warmth on our nightly chilled face

We rose from our slumber
And began to walk towards the nearest open bar

To start it all over again