you know it

as you walk through the door

an old fashioned pub or bar

walk right in pull up a stool

& wait for the stories to happen

maybe the barman

is fucking the help

she got out of hand

slapped her or she slapped him

& the awkward descends

as Harry comes in Bob slips out

he’s doing Harry’s wife

& leaves a couple of drinks paid

to keep him there for a while…

the lush crowd hogging the stools hate

the one on the way home

wait for the pizza on the corner person

passing through strangers crowd

but smile & talk about ambience

how to get to places in the city

in the hope of a free drink

& somehow

this feels like home