and the waitress is practicing politics, as the businessmen slowly get stoned. yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone. it's a pretty good crowd for a saturday and the manager gives me a smile, because he knows that it's me they've been coming to see to forget about life for a while. and the piano, it sounds like a carnival; and the microphone smells like a beer. and they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say : "man, what are you doin' here?"