staring down another blank page
in a notebook that's seen better months
i'm in one of the better decorated bars
this side of the lit up city
the food coming from the kitchen
looks and smells so very wonderful
but i've simply no stomach for it
the art on the walls is always vibrant
and never overstays its welcome
so there's always something new
to look at between paragraphs
in this ladies and gentlemen's club
that caters to happy-go-lucky insomniacs
i know one of the bartenders some
she's the only work of art
that ever stays put
i'm thankful of that
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