Broken Record

The dingy walls are cut 
by pyramids of light 
cast from tabletop lamps.

The vinyl booths are torn.
Their stomach’s storage of cushioning bursting through.
The floor is encrusted with dirt.

In the corner,
A couple slowly moves, 
oblivious.

This music sounds so familiar.

My heart has played that song 
again and again...

It is the saddest song,
But, I cannot seem to change the record.

You would recognize the tune,
But you are never here to listen to it.

I sit a table, alone.
I´ve almost run out of quarters.

I don’t know what to do next.