It’s a scene from the Last Supper
A suppuration of a sad situation
A bleeding of breath
Human touches in a real bar
With real souls
No fakery here
And not much money
As such
But honesty talks.
If you want to live
Live here
Where life is really lived
Because the moment is all
Where wide eyed waiters
Work the floor
And no smooth operators
Spoil the score
There’s a perfect pitch here
A seismic roll of reality
Louder than drums
Of what really, actually matters
In a fast and plastic world
Of commerciality
Refra’s stands as a beacon
Of normality
Of a life lived properly.