He was the kind of guy
you'd find sitting at the back of a bar
with some far off look
as if his mind had been ripped from his head
like a child from a mother
He wore a black shirt
and a silver buckle around his waist
When he ordered a drink
you knew he'd been working again
because he'd tap his foot
and wipe the blood from his hands
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
He was the kind of guy
you'd find sitting at the back of a bar
with some far off look
as if his mind had been ripped from his head
like a child from a mother
He wore a black shirt
and a silver buckle around his waist
When he ordered a drink
you knew he'd been working again
because he'd tap his foot
and wipe the blood from his hands
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