It's 1961.
Sitting at the bar.
A near empty beer.
An ash tray half full of the remains of unfiltered Camels.
Three guys at a table. One of 'em loud now and again.
A jukebox.
A young couple slow dancing.
Blanketed in a haze of cigarette smoke.

That is where your song took me.

Nicely played.

fj