You stand at the door and give your eyes a minute to adjust to the dimly lit room.
To your right there are wooden tables and chairs, worn from the over use of
the regulars hanging around...several booths line that wall, filled with
those that enjoy a more intimate conversation.
To your left, you see the bar... old... worn... it has seen better days. It's a comfort,
an old majestic friend that always has on hand your favorite beverage.
Pool tables dominate the back of the room...
you hear the crack of the balls, the laughter, the chatter....but most of all.....you hear the music...
the cadence...the dull beat...the mysterious words.
As you make your way thru the crowd, you notice their friendliness...
they smile and greet you as if you were an old friend.
Finally you make your way to it...
The JukeBox
Polished to a shine...filled with everyone's favorites. It is the centre of
attraction here...the one thing that
draws together people from the different corners of the world.
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