Dead-End

As evening sweeps the remnants,

Of broken glass from the floor,

The spills of another hard-luck tale,

That got sucked in through the door,

I’m hunched in the corner,

Of a dead-end bar,

This loners game is like walking out,

Into a night without stars.

 

The crowd stagger clumsily into the street,

Smoke curls from my fingertips,

Like an apparition rising,

From a city of brittle dreams,

That crumble like ash,

Choke on ambition.

 

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