It's amateur hour in a hidden cove
the sound of quarters hitting the table, intense and off-beat
With lush velvet seats the players nestle in
while clanging of glasses chime through the air
The notes played by melted crystals are subtle and sweet
and the bitterness of ginger fills the throat
The dim lights absorb into the red
with the fine oak tables, supporting the fray
Leather and fur engulf the patrons
in the cold hours of late winter
Lavender and honeysuckle garnish granite tiles
while fountains hydrate thirsty animals
Copper has a dull luster that stirs refined minds
and conversations saunter about
A loan word etched into bathroom wall
the only imperfection noticed
with gaussian blur
Brassy notes play with a sheen
complimented with the mixture of warm
wood vibrations
Clanks of the piano board sing
melodies between the ears
I sit at rest on a stool
drinking my friday night
with a fool
that is myself.
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