From the lighted tips of the cigarettes <br />Misty grey pirouettes smoky haze <br />In the spotlight, the Sparrow connects <br />the lost love to memories just to erase <br />In liqueur her voice like a funeral knell <br />flows over the tables of lonelier hearts <br />Some in company, more under a spell <br />Oh, it's always clear when agony starts <br />So they linger, watching life spill in drinks <br />Some stagger in, most just pass on out <br />Others banter, as the whore slyly winks <br />Many whisper, for the Devil can't shout <br />Few are silent, for their pain they can't face <br />Philosophers now barmen, Goethe in kind <br />All are damned, sharing a Purgatorial place <br />Hell is the 9 circles of the tormented mind <br />Lies are all sworn truths, in secret they bind <br />promises are bartered to a cheap 'maybe' <br />Penny for the dealer, answers for the blind <br />Blow the horn, the prone deaf don't really see <br />Daylight, like death always comes in a shroud <br />Turn up the chairs, open the torn black shade <br />The stage is now bare, gone are the lonely crowd <br />Lost in cabaret is the ace turned over dark spade!<br /><br />C.A. Morrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-cabaret/
