Ode to the Drunk

The music fills the air

the scene is set

walking into the bar are several pairs

no one realizes who is not there

but the mood is right

and a frequent customer will not return

the drinks are served

the cards are dealt

a glance at the clock

the absence is felt

the room is silent

a finger is raised

to the corpse in the snow

outside the cheery place

the snow is red

and the whites of his eyes are cold.

An ode to the drunk,

who will never grow old.