In a smoky dive
Nestled among cars and bikes
The tarnished people sit
Around the secluded bar
The country interdigitates everyone
Watching as culture passes them by
As they watch the new devices
Play flickering pictures
Across a silver screen
As they clutch their beers
And watch tempers fray
And moral fibers bend
Neath the lazy fans
Which only sway the smoke
Into patterns that only
The drunk perceive
As an overt warning
Of a dimly perceived tomorrow.

Laura R
6-6-03