Another Saturday night...

This Saturday comes day after.
Another night at the bar checking out the lounge lizards...
Cheep entertainment.

Another Saturday night of pretend smiles, fake laughs…
The smell of beer and overdone martinis’ and scantly dressed women with
Cigarette smoke wafting about the crowd, like a snake in the grass.

Another Saturday night of poorly played music, supermen & super drunks...
Strutting like a turkey to the hen.

Your sitting at the bar… looking at me, I buy you a drink.
We talk about nothing, wanting to find love…
It won’t be found here.

You leave to powder your face… I think…

Another Saturday night comes too soon.

Just another Saturday night...
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dont go to the bar
Just a short blurb about the posers at the bar seen…

Rituals performed every Friday and Saturday night, with no real love found.
I hear what you are saying. Been there, done that in Brooklyn Friday's and Saturday's. You never met anyone, but had a good drinking night with friends. Then you go home and do it again the next weekend. peace
Another saturday..I think in the life. Still.
I listen the sound of the water...Out home rain...
I go to bd and no sleep. tray to read, writer a chronical...Nothing.
close in me self...
*Thanks for share your good content of the poetry.
Nikinnocent
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