I waited for hours On that stool Watching the ghosts Pass come and go Arriving upright And quiet Leaving dizzy And loud So loud As if Trying to shout So that the cruelness Of their days get scared And not come back again I ordered for myself A drink And another Trying to decipher This puzzle They didnβt drink For fun For enjoyment They drank Same as I To **** Sadness Loneliness I sat on that stool For so long The specters Unrecognizable Blurry faces Buried in mugs And glasses Bodies tied in coats Workman's suits Smeared makeup They stank Of dead dreams Hereβs to You Me And another round Please Cheers Fellow ghosts o' 13thSt.