An Evening At The Bar

Out for drinks;
Friends and things,
Smoke filled rooms mean everything,
Save anything
Worth remembering.
Drink my drink,
The barroom filled
With barroom stink.
The bottom of the ashtray
Is the best place to be.
Smiles all around,
Miles and miles
Of ice and empty glasses.
Everything covered
In soft, gray, dead ashes.
My lungs and my head
Need a rest from this mess.
At the end of the eve
With all things concluded
What I have perceived;
What's finally diluted
Is a some kind of misery,
An absence of a thing;
An absence of the soft
The delicate, the definite;
The lover and the fighter
The woman in my arms;
Instead of a cigarette and a lighter.
Smoke, booze and soul...