It was the brightly coloured, oddly patterned carpet highlighted by blue lights.
A strange place of love lost, loneliness and faded memories set against 90′s interior.
The washed up middle aged musician trying to please the aged customers
with golden oldies, a guitar and a dying dream.
It was the sound of the pokies and the way they lined the foyer
like neon soldiers, taking grandma’s money in return for company.