There is a red door.
Push.
If that doesn’t work.
Pull.
If that doesn’t work we’re closed
Enter through the door. You are in a bar.
Look to the left. There is a terrace. Look to the right. There is a terrace.
Enter through the glass wall.
There are drinks behind the bar. Someone might ask what you would like.
You might crave a coffee at this ungodly hour. You might feel like a beer.
Something Bruxellois? You might just need a glass of red.
Some nights you might end up king of Scrabble.
Some nights you might end up queen of the dance floor.