As evening sweeps the remnants of broken glass from the floor
the spills of another hard-luck tale
that got sucked in through the door
I’m hunched in the corner of a dead-end bar
this loner’s game
like walking out into a night without stars.
The crowd stagger clumsily into the street
as smoke curls around my fingertips
rising like an apparition
from a city of ash-brittle dreams.