Skedaddled

photo credit: Sina Farhat Red red wine via photopin (license)
photo credit: Sina Farhat Red red wine via photopin (license)

The lights are low,
The atmosphere convivial.
A hubbub of sound
From the jukebox
Fills the room.

A group of hazy faces
Swims in and out of view,
And a posse of discarded bottles
Surrounds us all in this gloom.
A faceless wonder gets up unsteady

Weaves across to the bar,
Turns back around like a magic act
A million more drinks
Held in his hands.
It seems this quiet night

Has descended into debauchery.
I should’ve ran for home,
But that was twenty years ago,
Now it’s too late to escape
This happy band’s skulduggery.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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