I am your silent friend;
Your listening ear;
Your uncalled-for but expected-to-be confidant;
Nodding and heeding to your unsolicited rumblings as I pour your drink;
Taking note as your speech becomes more slurred with each shot;
I then decide when you have had enough and call you a cab.
Skilled at mixing drinks is what got me the job;
Welcoming customers with a smile is a priority;
Serving them well enough for them to stay longer is my goal;
A calm voice to get them ordering for more is my charm;
But little did I know that when I decided to pour them a drink;
I had simultaneously signed up to be their shrink.
Upon meeting people from all walks of life sitting across me
Drinking away their troubles, I learnt to humble myself
Because I found out everyone has a problem
Though others do better at hiding it behind their smiles;
I was not any different from them across the bar
They were the ones gulping down the shots but I was the one holding the bottle.
You may see my job as amusing
Since I get to see people make a fool of themselves every night;
But I find it heartbreaking seeing people come apart with booze;
Other times it can be entertaining watching people have fun;
With a little sip, a gulp later and then it brings out the dancing shoes in them;
Amazing how people can just let go and get loose sometimes!
I am your ‘nobody’ by day;
But your laughing buddy at night;
A mere stranger on the street;
But your shrink in the pub;
I am the one in the uniform behind the bar;
I am your bartender.