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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
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
midnight hour
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
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
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