saloon

saloon,
heading to the saloon,
well fight or fuck,
nothing changes,
except the calendar,
we enter
we see old friends and new faces,
the smell of beer and cigs is the first thing we notice,
looking for a seat in the rear,
we walk past the restrooms to the smell of urine,
men playing pool and darts.
old timers teeling storys of yester year,
women double check their hair and make-up,
the band begins to play,
couples dancing to the sounds,
midnight hour grows near,
fights break out we head outside,
to have a cig and a joint.
folks rushing in and out with carry out
dancing and the band shuts down
men and women looking for love or prey,
the syphilis clinic will be rockin this week,
just another night in the saloon...................