It’s the end of day
Early morning as they say
I’ve reached the solitary time of the night
And the mob that graced my joint
Very few have stayed on point
As the last of them mingle in plain sight

And draped over a chair
Seemingly lost in prayer
A man stares holes into his cup
So I poke him in through his coat
Stain ridden like a goat
His knees sway back and forth as he gets up

“Good evening sir
It seems I’ve had a few
See I came here to unwind
Now my mind’s astir and in a blur
Could you pour me one more pint
I forgot my way home?”


In the very corner of the bar
I spot a girl from afar
She wears a face like a hundred days of rain
And you can see it in her eyes
The whole shape of her disguise
It’s lefts her folks at home waiting all in vain

So I approach her with a smile
And she’s really been here a while
“Please finish up your drink it’s time to go!”
But the glance that I receive
Is not one of approval I believe
“Mr. Barkeep there’s some things that you should know!”

“If you could see
What I go through
Every day spent on the brink
Then I guarantee, accordingly
You’ll pour me one more drink
Don’t make me go home


Propped up against a wall
A businessman, quite tall
Is humming to his favourite tune
He’s an expat you could guess
Working in that banking mess
A sight not too rare in this saloon

So I hand him his bill
And the banker humming still
Crumples up the piece and gives it back
Glancing through the flames
Looking up he explains
“I still have some memories to unpack”

“See I miss my land
Like I miss my kin
I haven’t seen them in a year
So if you understand the stake at hand
Please pour me one more beer
This place feels like home!”


Sitting there at last
Our most regular outcast
A scientist as he’d have let you know
But now a scrambled head
His day’s a loop as they’ve said
You could watch it like a rerun of a show

He scribbles down for ages
Numbers filling up his pages
A ritual he follows day-to-day
Another scene in his script
A narrative never skipped
I know the words that he’s about to say

“I calculate
The moon and stars
It confirms the given link
We’re of common kind
With our troubled minds
So much closer than you think

Treating all our woes
In these walls that show
A kind of comfort that we seek
So congratulate if you relate
And pour us both a drink
This place is our home”