Faces
Nameless
The regulars come and go
Telling their stories slow
Drinking away their woes
That come and go
Stimulating conversation
On a brain that’s buzzed
Wipes away the rust
Foot-tapping on a floor of dust
With a pen, a napkin, and a glass
Time doesn’t move too fast
If only the thoughts could last
Seeing the future for the past
Familiar but not friendly
The bartender thinks
As he pours another drink
In a room that sinks
Faces
Nameless
The regulars come and go
Telling their stories slow
Drinking away their woes
That come and go