Booths
Dimly lit
Towards the back
For lovers, loners
Gangsters too
Meetings
Hand holding
Gazing in your eyes
Reflection
A glass of good wine
Or a whiskey or two
Deals made
Unwritten contracts signed
Booths,where people go
To escape the clutter
and noise of everyday life
A small piece of real estate
Business or pleasure
You know where to go
On the outskirts of town
8 o’clock sharp
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