Watchman´s bar

The watchman´s bar

Sit between common conversation
it makes you lethargic
Useless talks, the ones that only move barstools
A makeshift cubicle for your piss

A vigilant barman
Who get´s eyes and questions on you, splattering fat
The bald and lonely stand out front like guards
and dream of having lives

The barman watches
five points in each eyebrow
Old hot snacks in the front glass display
changing colour with the end of the day

Quick chats that fire gunshot sudden
Continual blabber
above the bench bricks
Patrons dishonest with themselves