Tuesdays and Sundays

we spend nights as huddled youth
crowding at booths and tables
or countertop
this is our church
we come here for cleansing and confession
we come here to watch the dead rise
and the righteous
fall from grace
or just too drunk to stand up
this is our church
this is our religion
we discuss our lives and our salvation
the road to hell and bad intentions
here
under fluorescent chandeliers
with breath stinking
of cigarettes, coffee and the days wear
this is our church
we discuss our religion
openly and free
constantly spreading the good word
inviting others in
from the cold world waiting outside
this is our church