Roadhouse Thespians
A small table
by the shuttered window
amid the smoke and sounds
the trio explores a new tune
and the barmaid
wearily wanders by
as the hours sift away
I watch the fate play before me
as the actors age
and leave out the backstage door
as new ones wander in
and take their part
upon the stage of life
Hey, hey, good to see you!
Roadhouse Thespians
Interesting poem.