Basin Nights

Basin Nights, a place of drink and sing,
Where whiskey flows, like water from a spring.
Men huddle close, smoke curls in the air,
Stories shared, of good times and despair.

The bar is worn, like a favorite book,
Pages filled with memories one can't overlook.
Someone sings, a melody from the past,
Reminding us of times that never seem to last.

The barkeep pours, a drink for each man,
They raise a glass, to what they can.
Some laugh and joke, some sit in silence,
Each one's thoughts, a world of violence.

But at Basin Nights, for a little while,
They forget their troubles, and let out a smile.
It's a place of song, of camaraderie and cheer,
Where they come to let go, and also hold dear.