Instead of working out

A burger and a beer is too much too ask apparently without two or three relentless human voices far above normal conversational volume beating at my ear drums. Hyena laughter, some kind of programmed response, madness.  The two bar tenders are like a married couple out of synch, interesting to watch, and most of the patrons aren't happy with the chemistry either. Watch the hostess for a moment, she's very cute and young, and when she says goodnight it is in that manner of a young woman addressing an old man. You are no potential ravager in her view. A couple comes in as you leave. The male thanks you, Sir, for holding the door open for them - a kind of protest, a salutation to young love, a mournful howl into the night.

Outside the big moon glows brightly.  It's the blue hour, silhouettes of budding trees, and a black crow flies across her silver face.