Deep in the canyon of the city
Where the sunlight struggles to reach so far
A sliver of solace can be found
At the corner of a Manhattan bar.
The hour was quite early still
Patrons shuffling by in the cold
Yet the spot at the corner by the door
Became the stage for what was soon to unfold
Two travelers staked their claim that night
Killing time before the start of the show
Only soon to discover another camped out
Sitting silent beside them, lying low
Momentarily alone in their silo
At ease in the space they had built
When that once silent party beside them
Spoke—and the moment turned full tilt
Apprehensive at first of intrusion
Measuring intent from casual audacity
The travelers soon were reminded
That bars have no boundaries
Like the backyards from their childhood Arranged down the road with no fences
This stranger tossed a ball in their yard
Disarming their sturdy defenses
And there in that moment the world opened up
Sovereign borders have now been erased
Where once there existed invisible walls
The borderless bar stands in its place.
Mannino Acid 