Could this be a Verse?

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The last beer bottle trashed
Through the sound of a passing car
Drunk fists and faces smashed
Doors shut and closed the bar

Open window and flying ashes —
The half-burnt cigarette between the lips
Clinking spoons against the dishes —
The late-night dinner and coffee sips

The tapping of old fingers on the typewriter
With the last requested song
Strike one more time on the lighter
The night is young and still so long

The crowd is fading now
Taking the hanging coats to be warm
It is coming back somehow
The silence before the storm

It’s not here stay
But it will pass
Just waiting for another day
And another chaos.