In a Dark Corner
The pour is always slow and easy
"Welcome to town" she said
as she slid into the room
lit by one dim bulb
and sat at a table in a dark corner
with a glass of water
and matches and a burning cigarette waiting,
on the walls written questions never answered
by someone not there
in a time never spoken
and on a map not seen.
she looked up and said
"I do not believe you"
I replied as I had done before,
"Makes no difference,
you're still going,
you're so going you're already gone"