As I sit here and gaze across the bar,
The people I see are near yet far.
An invisible wall stands solid between us.
The only breach being when they cuss:
"I need a damn beer! What are ya waiting on?"
"It's coming right up! Hold your britches, hon!"
They sit and play with cards and chips.
Of their conversations, I hear only clips.
I, too, would like to laugh and chat,
But there's no chance I'll ever do that.
I don't play poker; It's just not for me.
This side of the bar is where I'm destined to be.
Round one is finally done; They're on to Round Two.
There's two tables going, though their numbers are few.
I wonder who won the first game of the night.
They changed to Round Two before I caught sight.
It doesn't really matter; I just hope the tips stay good.
I really need to pay rent, and perhaps buy some food!
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