And so it Goes

Chamber music plays soft from the far side of the room; Candles flicker gently to the beat of the band's tune. Lovers in the corner talk of rising for a dance; They don't want to be seen but they might just take a chance. The bartender serves drinks to men that sit at the bar, He's not asked for their names for he don't care who they are. As long as they will pay he will serve them all night long, He knows when the time comes they'll go home where they belong. There are empty tables held for those that did not show; This will hurt the profits, but they don't care and won't know. Sometimes they're short on rent, sometimes orders aren't complete; Yet it's just like others that work hard along this street. Might not be too long now before this place shuts the door; "Business closed" could go up while the dust gathers on the floor. Bartenders will find work on the other side of town; As for all the drinkers, another place will be found.