Nightly Bar Man; a poem and a link

Reflection breeds connection, while inflection destroys convection.
Such a siren the condition, that leads us all into perdition.
Silently I come and go, from this town no one knows,
A mere passing guest observing all, in at winter out by fall,
Traipsing back to the source, sampling little of the cities course,
Finding what you have around, bears not much beneath the ground,
What you hear and what you see, is dependent on your sobriety,
Trapped within the confines of grain, a life devoid of futures reign,
Live for the moment and nothing more, enjoy the tips you’ll likely score,
But fear not when 10 years down the line, a decades past of stagnant time,
The scenes remains a faded blur, a life exists.. and nothing more.

For an accurate, and hilarious, take on the resteraunt industry click here

As such, a fine bit of news hath come my way. A new job starts Thursday, for a company devoid of midori sours and long beach ice teas. The time behind the bar coming to an inglorious end, sabotaged by a 2 week notice and loose lips all around. While it is distinctly my fault to have been flapping my gums about less than stellar working conditions, when directed at supposed friends or confidants it would not be assumed to pass beyond their mouths. Certainly not towards the powers that be… but alas, to tempt fools with gossip is to swim in shark filled waters with a gash on your thigh.