Dealing with Time in Narrow Bars

Dancemusic din and talk’s clamour
Blinker the ears to sound beyond
This nitespot’s plateglass shopfront
Which like a huge widescreen TV
Shows reruns of Saturday night.

A giant Snapple ad glides by on a silent tram.

He leans to hear the girl beside him,
Invests attention in her earnest talk
Of witchcraft and black magic,
Studies the way an earring sways
And how she tinkers with her ice.

Taxis drawl by,
Doublepark and idle,
A fleet of freelance getaway cars,
But no-one’s heading for the door.