Where liquors flow
Right out the doors
And peanut shells
Cover dirty floors
Where times stands still
But at the same time not
Where memories are made
But soon forgot
Where fantasy girls
Are on parade
And sway their hips
Just to get paid
Where many a last little
Penny is spent
And relationships
Have come and went
Where Piano Man
Will play his song
This is not
Where we belong
Jen Whyte
Thought provoking
bribiedamo
very provoking….....lost my wife to one of those…........not bitter just sad…........nice work
John Segon-Fis...
How true Michelle
ozjami
thats is very true mate,great work!!
Virginia McGowan
Yes, very interesting observation, [not that I know personally!]
Peter Davidson
I dunno … I think I know this place! Liked this.
Suzanne German
why not?
Michael Oubridge
Beautiful thought provoking work :)
Marion Cullen
Stirred deep memories of being sent as a child to bring my father home….
Impressive writing.
Trish Cooper
Bravo!!!! One of your best…many layers in this piece!!
Suzanne German
i think i’m with peter on this one! yeah let’s go take a look at this gritty grungy place!
Jeff Burns
Beautiful writing.
Mike Lafontaine
I am sucker for stories set in bars. Nicely done.