The Tiny Bar Behind The Junk Yard

It's very sad to see The cemetery of Automobiles At the Twilight! Like dead souls Piled up to the sky. A Guy comes out of the rickety gate With an acoustic guitar And he enters the bar. It's full of smoke With dim lights And here & there Women & Men dance. Waiting for him to sing. He sips a can of beer And strums the guitar Then started singing; 'Here's the tiny bar Behind the junk yard Once those beautiful cars Ran like Jets; Yet seemed to be proud And showed the prestige! My life's a car But I cannot go far When it's not roadworthy I have to come here As they say I am not trustworthy! My life is a car Though it's roadworthy Where can I go If the paths were closed unanimously? *Humbly to the poetess Vessy in gratitude!