In The Corner

He is sitting on the bar stool, he swivels around and takes a look around. Some times he sees new faces and some times he sees old faces, mostly he is just looking to just look. Time is running out for just looking. Paul is in the corner again; he is over there with a brief case beside his chair and the jacket to his three-piece suit on the back. He has a stiff drink in one hand and the other is animating some conversation with the man across the table from him. Paul has been here forever, and probably will be here for another forever, work has become his family, his wife and kids. Paper and short novels fill up his life instead of special events and dinners at home. For now, and forever home is going to be that seat in the corner with is name on it, with a drink at the table and a companion that might come by every once and a while.

Davy, another old sole is watching Paul’s hand going round and round slowly. They are both too drunk to really care what the other is saying, but the conversation is important. It is what they both come here for, and sit the corner. To talk about something other than a sad life that they share, and he shares it with them. Loneliness… But Davy’s work is not like Paul’s; Davy is in the navy, going up the ranks, he is proud. He is an old sole but he doesn’t come to the bar much anymore, only because the aspiring master chief needs to be on his boat like anyone responsible sailor.