Hotel Lobby Bar.

The band played Sweet Mellissa and the waitress smiled her plastic grin. "Would you like another?" "No thankyou I believe I'm fine, I've gotta go after this one." The song is over and the band is packing up...I guess they were feeling the same. This bar is so lame. Caution- surface may be hot, says the little placard on the fake ass fireplace behind a plate-glass window. What am I doing here? I guess I just wanted to hear Sweet Mellissa. Feeling dead. Tired of all the fake fireplaces, plate-glass windows, and plastic grins, not to mention the 4 dollar budweisers. What am I doing here? Just killing time, or maybe time is killing me. I gotta get out of here. I guess I'll finish my beer. 4 dollar bud and a dollar tip...coulda bought a fuckin 6-pack.