Dusty old window frame,
Painted purple years ago.
Chipped.
You would like it here.
Beers in the afternoon
Always seemed ok with you.
Supping our pints
Your tobacco on the table.
Golden Virginia -
Rolled in it's funny way.
Lighter?
Inhale, exhale and another sip.
Heavenly folk music ripples
Through the bar, up the corridor.
We could be anywhere,
Our mutual loathing forgotten.
This place an amnesty
To what went before.
