It’s a restaurant bar

and no name bands come to play
A friend of my daughter’s the singer
in the band
he sang
I drank
red trolley
with my daughter here
I watched the retirement party dance
to songs before my time
before the singer in the band’s time
before my daughter’s time
generations colliding in one space and time
I felt inebriated as I realized
sixty, fifty, forty, thirty and twenty
all represented in one place
dancing, drinking, playing along
to the songs of the past
holding on to our youth
or experincing it for the first time
The cow bell chimed
as the niece of the singer
She’s in her twenties
my daughter the same
genearations a part it seems
but I’m here to play
I join the congo line
holding on tight to my youth slipping away
in the restaurant bar