The Bar In Heaven

Everything was open, no plastic screens, hooray,
no track and trace, no table service anyway,
even closer together but they only let ghosts in,
everyone so excited - they didn't know where to begin,

How do you drink when you're a ghost? It's easy -
you take a sip and the liquid disappears, transparency,
sometimes they fall over but no one saw a thing,
although there may be others with the occasional wing.

You had to go out in the clouds if you wanted a smoke, 
unsupported, no chairs, this system was a bit of a joke,
however, we were all back to strange beings abnormal,
after what we'd all been through, it was magical.

I floated up to the bar, I thought nothing was off-limits,
I asked for a whiskey but was told: 'Sorry, we don't serve spirits.'