Red lights in shitty bars

your typical dark,dirty
hole in the wall bar
I wanted a drink
I needed a drink

long days an even longer life
the shot went down like fire
burning
I ordered another

I sat down in the booth
pondering why every shitty bar has red lights
people watching at its finest here
the shots kept coming

the music came on
it was loud
Talking Heads
I smiled

a random slipped into my booth and handed me another shot
he looked at me
I looked at him
we stayed like that for what felt like forever

he leaned over
he whispered in my ear
I smiled
I whispered back "psycho killer"

we both smiled
the random slipped out of the booth
I waited a few moments
I left

walking out the door
still pondering the red lights
the music faded
with everything else