With the highway closed I wandered through streets I left Behind with high school
The table filled with A hodge podge of work people Air filled with stories
Dinner was a train Fueled by cacophony We tried to jump on
Small group of boys screamed Prep for their party, later Wolves game echoed it
The left behind phone Spent the night alone downtown What did it see/hear?
Nine dollar cocktails But if there is no mixer Is it just liquor?
Ah the Supper Club Perfect spot for a work group To avoid shop talk