mucilaginous

there's nothing like a dive bar
a good old gritty joint
the walls painted
in long forgotten smoke
and heartaches unspoken
stools that wobble with
a precarious creak
yet never seem to break
lighting reminiscent
of clandestine kisses
from squalid affairs
and in the air the ghosts
of a million spilled beers
the floor mucilaginous
on the bottom of your shoes
bartender gruff but grinning
as he listens to old news
no, there's nothing like a dive bar
a home away from home
where they know your name
and know your drink
and you're never all alone