The final dinner at Joe's

 The final dinner at Joe´s
You don't really know your real place
In this labrynth of social interaction
huge round tables, no edges directionless

Who was to sit where at which angle
People at the other tables raised glasses
The tap of glass and hysterical laughter
Their warm social interaction so smooth

sharing their beautifully clean rapport
And Joe's Bar's neon sign blinked slow
The guests poured the alcohol down
wore smiles that dominated their faces

Made absurd jokes and danced on the spot
Sitting back down at the round tables
just to pretend the world wasn't square
even for just an evening