Sometimes subtle

Gentle caresses

tickle unsuspecting patrons

Feathery touches

barely perceptible

 

Sometimes threatening

Heavy tumblers

sail across a vacant bar

Crashing glass

can’t be ignored

 

Sometimes passive

An apparition standing lost in thought

at the window high above the floor

raises nothing but questions

yet to be answered

 

Sometimes restless

A woman from a bygone era

strolls across an empty room

searching for her companion

Oblivious as a solitary server screams

 

To say it’s haunted is not quite enough

To acknowledge the presence

of lost souls searching for closure

Begins the quest for answers

in this bar steeped in history

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