Waste by Tom Sharp

The old spring still flows but not master brewer Ji Sou. He’s taken the night train to where it’s never five o’clock and there are no customers like me to buy his wine. What a waste!

哭宣城善酿纪叟 by 李白 (Li Bai)

纪叟黄泉里，还应酿老春。 夜台无晓日，沽酒与何人？