Glossed oak, green walls on a Friday night
A couple of men playing darts
One woman is seated just feet from them
She feels her world falling apart
She says “Guys, did you see on the news today,”
She’s wearing her mom’s old black dress
She says something of pain or general disdain
But the men have their pints to address
Now Mack is up front with a bullseye
He inscribes his new win with chalk
And he’s gentle and kind with a damn dirty mind
But he isn’t in the mood to talk
He says, “Mona, I get this is hard for you,
You read headlines and think of yourself
But I have no time for the state of the world
Barely paid, stocking shit on store shelves”
Now Noah’s enraptured in finance
But intrigued by the girl in black’s mind
And he’s into her poems, but doesn’t live like he knows them
And that’s how he will be for life
And the bartender’s serving stale olives
Each nobody sips from their glass
And they dream of future possibilities
While fully entrenched in their pasts
It’s the four of them, beers and the Irish pub
The bartender gives Mona a glance
‘Cause he knows that those three, to a heightened degree
See life from a much different stance
And the country, it breaks into blue and red
And the pub plays old rock just the same
And they stand with their darts, say things that sound smart
And continue to all play the game.
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