Precise, with bluefrayed carpet at the edges

If I didn't know better
after looking at the tree
and the light as it glosses off the
faux wood finish
I'd think it's the 60's, back to haunt
from a time long past, aeronautics glamourous.

Future has crept in, though
besuitted man with headphones, staring
with a lover's gaze
into a slab of silicon and plastic.

Loose women drunk near the bar
flying to places
dreamed of
in boozehaze;

Fat man in the chair, that
held yet another man, of similiar
stature, nondescript -

While the loose woman in blue
declares to the Tongan
behind the bar
that she loves him.