to be dark, to be without
a tv
screen.
a long wooden bar,
scarred
and storied,
mythical,
with tables scattered about.
a small dance floor.
good music
with songs you know.
a mirrored wall behind
the bartender.
i want it old school.
a place
where they learn
your name,
your troubles, your drink.
where the glass is ready,
cold and iced
when you come through
the front door.
you want it to be a second
home,
where the day is forgotten,
before you go home
again.
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