A Smoky Lounge

It is Friday night.

You come home, loosen your tie 

and kick your shoes off. 

Another day gone, another week over. 

We look at each other, a half smile and a long sigh.

Not bad or is it? 

We lie down on the bed. 

You ruffle my hair, and say "let’s go out". 

"Sure", I smile back at you. 

And then we are there, 

at a smoky lounge.

It helps you unwind, it keeps me amused. 

A fair bargain or is it? 

You say your hellos, 

and I wear my most appropriate smile. 

You nurse your drink, relax and fit right in. 

I light up my cigarette and blow smoke rings.

Friends, music and drinks 

you forget the humdrum reality. 

I  look around and think.

You say I analyze too much, 

I think you analyze not at all. 

Well it is a good balance or is it?