In an old saloon in an alleyway behind a drugstore,
Sacred rituals transpire daily around a horseshoe bar
The sacraments carefully dispensed by the high priest
Each prepared according to an individual prescription
Mumbled mantras overheard among the devotees.
Off duty prostitutes and chefs and other such misfits
Meet in the early morning practice of sacred rites
Sharing emotions only the loneliest amid us could know
Embracing these devotions until the breaking of dawn,
Nocturnal denizens of an alter-conscious universe,
Like bats in a cave, they covet the dimness of the dark.