Depression is a Cocktail Lounge

[coffeewithkafka]

barely existing
that's what I would name
this bar
the lounge for smoking
and drinking
and what nots
Nothing special here
the lights are dim
but not for ambience
no one knows how to turn them up
but it hides the grime
the floors haven't been
swept
and there is shit covering
every surface
the vinyl on the seats
is cracking
and it scrapes your legs if you
wear a skirt
but nobody here wears a skirt
the drinks are watered down
but they are cheap
the more you have
the better they taste
and that's what they expect
mundane conversation over
mundane drinks
you can sit here til the sun
comes up
it doesn't close as long as you're buying
those at the bar lean over
close
as if their anonymity matters to those
at the tables
no one has anything to say and noone cares
to hear it
they'll be here tomorrow
and the day after
and the dust and grime will go with them
to their various excuses for lives
but they'll be embarassed if they see
each other on the street
it's their dirty mundane little secret
to keep.

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