There's nothing wrong
With wanting to be alone at a bar
With nice air conditioning
And a good vibe
On a hot summer night
Surrounded by the crowd
But still
Isolated in my own little world
With my little words
And stories
With my headphones in
And the acoustic guitar
Canceling out the chatter
From the crowd
They give away
Free drinks in this town
On the first Friday of every month
The little shops
And art galleries
Entice the public
With alcohol
and
Herds of rich white people
With their spoiled kids
Drink and buy shit
So the crowd is mighty around here tonight
Like a tidal wave
Or a storm
Get in there way
And they will make some passive aggressive comment about it
That mighty crowd
I’ll admit
I’ve walked with them
I mean
Free drinks
Right?
Who wouldn’t?
But tonight
I sit inside an empty dive bar
As the drunk consumers pass by the dark windows
They look happy
With their bellies full of booze
And their new shit
But
I know
The happiness from booze
And new stuff
Will only live through the night
When she comes up from her slumber
And the new light from the next day
Hits their skin
Their heads will hurt
Their eyes will sting
And they’ll place their new shit
Next to older shit
And it really won’t matter at all
That’s why
I stay in this cool bar
And create something
That’ll last
Until the last eyes
Gaze upon these words
I live
And when my name
Is buried underground
Along with me
And no one
Speaks it anymore
I’ll fade
Like their happiness did
But at least mine
Will last
Longer
Then a drunk night
The happiness from creating
Lasts way longer
Then the happiness
From consuming
Or
At least
I am hoping that's true...
And now that I’ve created
And had my alone time
I’ll go drink with the herd
After all
It is
Free
Booze.
-C.H.
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