IN THE BADLY LIT BAR

In the badly lit bar

There’s a young man,

His back to the jukebox

Swaying to the sounds

Of the Rolling Stones

“The play is run, my love

Your time has come, my love”

He sings along

With great passion

As pool cues strike

Billiard balls

And beer gushes

Into chilled glasses

As the song ends

He walks back

To his seat alone.

In the badly lit bar.

Paolo Driussi.