Random leisure in a generational desert

 They came their spinning vibrant group curiosity dripping from their chins
Shining youth hit those tables looking for those glasses still half drunken
These spinning vibrant girls and boys extended slender rubber arms to drink them
Longing for permission.............................

But Moses wasn´t at the bar to hear underage sob stories
to kill the youth out of themselves ethanol jolly
No Moses was socializing next door with naturals

Yet the clientele weren´t going anywhere
and they suddenly aged 20 years as if lit by lightnening

Now shouting and walking off demanding beer

They were being standoffish creating their individual life like a magazine store front
In an office near the soot greased subway packed in like dirty crawfish

Your next train is a decade away parade predictible another glass you left half full 
and unattended on that milestone improvised speech stained table
That last sip of booze evapourating like friends as new youth begs to drink what´s left