Back in the city
Hanging lights, laughter in the air
A cold dark stout for company,
Overcast skies outside, a strange cold comfort of a bar stool.
Maybe I will get a chocolate brownie and coffee in the evening,
Which will be in few hours from now.
Thinking about nothing while looking serious,
The self-sufficient DJ shakes next to me, drinking the same stout.
Waiting for my hot dog while an invisible Elvis rocks in front of me,
Dusty lights limited brews
It would make a colourful yet sombre picture
Groove’s in the air people clicking each other and themselves.
Looking at themselves through each other,
A city that has money in its pocket and on the streets.
Jailhouse rock indeed.
No bad moon rising this,
You say goodbye and I say Hello.
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