Observations at a Bar One Night in December

I sit at the bar
in-between a young couple
drinking wine and eating chilly
and an older couple staring at
the menu for fifteen minutes
no drinks in front of them
for a second I wonder if
I should get a glass of
red wine I see bottles
to the right on the top
shelf they look good
but then I remember
I am driving home in
rush hour car to car
traffic which does not
mix well with wine
I cannot lose focus for
a second of feeling
like a proper adult
around strangers who
barely notice I am
sitting next to them