She stands behind the bar
make-up plastered
thigh’s to large for
her mini skirt
All's quiet
the races are over
only the lonely
don't desert

She saunter's over
to the old man
Eyes hidden
beneath akubra worn
dog-eared
speckled dusty
he don't care that
the edgings torn

His glass empty
she auto refills
a new schooner
so it doesn't sour
he sips slowly
never gulping
saving his pennies
for the midnight hour

Slow music,
plays through the speakers
a bluesy feel
she wants to dance
but another customer
feeling thirsty
interrupts her
mellow trance

Final call
stools empty as they
race to the bar
for one last shout
She lock's the doors
clears the lines
then pours a drink
for herself


Midnight hour
all's empty
cool rooms hum
with rhythmic chimes
Lights off
she sits in darkness
just a lonely barmaid
at closing time