Neon Nightcap: The Robot Bartender

Neon rivers run across his chrome-lit chest, He serves two suns in glass, a lucid zest. The city hums behind in violet haze, While circuits learn the slow arithmetic of days. His eyes are ember dots in cobalt rain, A silent toast to joys that still remain. He holds the night on one unwavering tray, As pink and cyan teach the dark to stay.