Out For The Night Poem by Frederick Francis

The Pictures, they’re crooked like they were hung with no care.
Black, white or purple, you’re all welcome there.
With these familiar strangers you just feel at home.
You don’t know a soul in the room but you don’t feel alone.

You move from the door to the bar for a beer.
A smile crosses your face, the good times are near.
The atmosphere’s as warm as the drinks are cold
It is the times like these that will never grow old.

You see across the bar a familiar face.
Next to them is empty, they’re holding your place.
The bar is so full, but it’s never a race.
You smile and hug friends, moving at your pace.

So relaxed now that nothing could disrupt,
The world melts away, you forget all that’s corrupt.
The universe starts and stops at the front glass.
The room’s in a time warp, you don't feel the time pass.

You look up from your drink and the nights almost gone.
Around the room you see the occasional yawn.
Where did the night go? You try and think back.
Then realize many times you’ve seen the bottom of that glass.

Each night is different but they follow a trend.
When you look around the room you have a new friend.
You could have met them through another or just while you stand.
It’s amazing what can change with the shake of a hand.

Making new friends could never be a blunder.
Another hand to carry the box when you’re six feet under.
Closing time is hard, there is reason for sorrow.
But F**k it, who cares, we'll be back tomorrow.

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