Shining glass bottles,
Fuel the hustle and bustle
Of that sad diner.

Loud droning music
With inaudible lyrics
Mixes unharmoniously
With boring conversation.

Its a "nice place".
Expensive food and decor
Try to hide the fact
That its just a sad money hole.

Everyone congregates around tables,
Sitting on uncomfortable wooden seats.

The only interesting thing,
Really,
Is all those shining glass bottles.

They're of all colors,
Brights, darks, and clears.
So many stories come from those bottles.
All those colors.

Beat your family.
Smile happily.
Start a fight.
Write a poem.
Lose your job.
Make a friend.
Wreck your car.
Wake with a stranger.
Get a divorce.
Escape sad reality.
Die an early death.
Have fun with friend.
Shining glass bottles.

Courage.
Anger.
Joy.
Sorrow.
Lust.
Recklessness.
Sleep.

Pick a color friend,
From one of those,
Shining glass bottles.