A long weekend at work is over
And its nine, it’s a Friday night
The music I enjoy by the door
Am I dreaming, or just feeling light?
“Welcome again sir”, the routine smile
He gives me a seat, asks for order
The men I see walking by the aisle
Women beside make the air warmer.
“Make it the color of fresh peach
For the lady, a sex on the beach
One pitcher, the best you can make
Not like the face you often fake”
The music I enjoy with my lady
It’s not very dark, just a bit shady
Country rock is on the list tonight
Showing the great American might.
I drink not for me, not for love and peace
I drink not for the smiles and sorrows
It leaves me dead, it leaves me silent.
Its past nine, it’s a Friday night
I just drink to this unending plight
Of families left behind, of kids orphaned
Of the sons lost or left handicapped
They reverberate a revolution in me
I care for them and the same does she
But within myself I go deep inside,
And whenever I peep, I step aside.
Where I come to live, I may die too
My steps just walk till the nearest loo
I read the alphabets on the window pane
“You must come out and buy again”
Now I just come to live here folks,
I admire the splendor, I love the essence
By the table of The Thousand Oaks.
Disclaimer: The name 1000oaks is derived from the name of a lounge bar in Pune. There is no similarity between the description in this poem and the actual place.