Empty

The alcoholic was sitting
in an empty bar
At an empty
dark street
Sipping out of
an empty glass
He didn't care when
he got hit by an car
Remembering our own
name is an impossible game
After twenty beers
& an bottle of whiskey
It's quiet here
without the rain
Even the bartender
left this godforsaken place
Now he got a new job
with more people
& more work
Isn't dying not
just a race