Through the long night window

the bar rests uneasily in the middle of it all

seeming to teeter towards women who glide away

missing the weight of their light arms soft press

of thighs as the names of two drinks play out 

across the air above | push to enter

the pinball machine | bodies replace bodies

on seats worn in the middle about to tear

eyes clutch fresh hopes above the din and still

the bar is shiny black and speckled grey

They push and enter waiting to be filled up

See them being filled up and emptied into the night