Smoke rings in the dark

Whilst one lights up another cigarette using his lighter, with a flicker and a spark

And a cloak of choking cloudiness saturates the snug room

Adding to the humdrum ambience, amidst the wraths of winter’s gloom

Retired, old chaps sitting blaspheming  in a local bar

Most of them were dropped off with their better halves driving their car

Just living around the corner, so the walk home isn’t very far

As they chatter loudly about bygone times, above the strumming of a guitar

And these geriatric characters meet up here almost every night

Where the stale stench of nicotine rises in ripples up a height

All huddled up together amidst the hazy candle light