In Dark Neon Rooms
by Nicholas Viglietti

My heart’s drinkin’ tonight;
Hope & soul,
Bobby Womack croons a sad tune.
There’s no neon
In this dimly lit room,
The bars don’t love me,
Anymore.
Not that they ever really did.
But when the moneys gone,
You can be totally sure.
Worst sober reminder;
Hell of a sting, you can’t ignore.
Empty depths of the void,
Penurious pockets and no stools
Exacerbate the lone-hearted abyss.
Wallets that can’t bend
Green stacks have all the fun,
They never drink lonely,
And at the crisp end of ice-cold mugs –
Immediate refills,
Overpours and slightly foamy.
They can buy the tunes,
Pay for hours to pass with more booze.
Really drown the broken-hearts,
Cracks splintered deep and loose.
Too bad,
It’s a privilege to pay
To drink peace
In dark neon rooms.