Playing with the idea of this place.Aplace which takes in lost souls..Is it a good place or bad place.

Time will tell.

 

The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.

Looks good in films

But in real life,

In this place it clings to you

Like a broken dream.

 

The neon beer light covers many sins

And many more failed lives.

In the corner sits a man,

Pondering if tonight

Will be his last.

Time for one more drink.

 

He won’t be the last to sit under this neon light.

Looking at his reflection

Reliving life’s mistakes

On histories screen

That hangs behind the bar.

 

Time for that final drink,

You need to move on.

Here this one is on the house,

Time to say goodbye.

I see another face ready to sit

Under this neon light.