THE BLACK TRENCH COAT

She wanted to spread her wings
(her thighs)
it was January, it was winter cold
I was alone in my dungeon
the single bar heater gave little warmth
Songs of Love and Hate  arrived today
it was on repeat
a bottle was on the table
******* of comfort were left
the words  'Jane came by with a lock of your hair'
stung, they stung in my grieving ears
the cigarette smoke froze in the cold
the bottle stood empty
the room slowed down

I needed a drink
I slipped on my  'famous'  Black Trench coat
I headed for the door, the night, the biting rain
searching for a bar, searching for anywhere
wanting her

She wanted to have her freedom
(sleep with men)
the bar was warm, it was bright
I stood alone at the bar
I asked for a beer and a whiskey to chase
the juke box was busy and playing loud
it was country tunes
my empty glasses
needed a quick refresh
the words  ‘I won’t come in while he’s there’
stung, they stung in my grieving ears
the light mixed with the smoke
people had no faces
voices were a drone

I needed a drink
I slipped on my  'famous'  Black Trench coat
I headed for the door, the night, the biting rain
searching for a bar, searching for anywhere
wanting her

She wanted to move on
(be with him)
I entered to the sounds of life
bright lights and pounding noise
I ordered a cocktail
a Manhattan with a beer assist
White Russian, a High Ball helper
it was disco music
my empty glasses
they cried out for more
the words  ‘I give you all a boy could give’
ripped, they ripped through my grieving ears
flashing lights screamed
puppets were dancing
where was oblivion?

I needed a drink
I slipped on my  'famous'  Black Trench coat
I headed for the door, the night, the biting rain
searching for a bar, searching for anywhere
wanting her