Plumes of smoke drift idly,
like the chatter in my ears
Signal to the barkeep for
another drink to quell my tears
The sultry glow of neon blue
stains my face and hands
I'd like a drink to deal with life
and all the sorrow it demands
The lipstick-kissed martini glass
by elbow, nearly tips
The girl next-stool laughs drunkly
as she turns to me and licks her lips
Her speech was slurred,
her makeup smeared,
Her breath smelled of vermouth
Right then, I knew
That not one thing
She told me was the truth (and she said)
"You're the best-dressed man that
I've seen wander through that door"
"How 'bout we go back to my place?
-Hey bartender, mix two more"
I shook my head, and turned away,
In search of higher class
Nodded to the bartender,
and dropped a five to drain that glass
My gaze cut through the whiskey'd fog
And then my heartbeat stopped
When I spied a lovely blonde
alone, and looking at her watch
I crossed the floor, and thought "maybe tonight I'll be a man"
Kept on walking when I saw her
14-karat wedding band
The sultry glow of neon blue
Stains my face and hands
I'd like a drink to deal with life
And all the sorrow it demands
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
Plumes of smoke drift idly,
like the chatter in my ears
Signal to the barkeep for
another drink to quell my tears
The sultry glow of neon blue
stains my face and hands
I'd like a drink to deal with life
and all the sorrow it demands
The lipstick-kissed martini glass
by elbow, nearly tips
The girl next-stool laughs drunkly
as she turns to me and licks her lips
Her speech was slurred,
her makeup smeared,
Her breath smelled of vermouth
Right then, I knew
That not one thing
She told me was the truth (and she said)
"You're the best-dressed man that
I've seen wander through that door"
"How 'bout we go back to my place?
-Hey bartender, mix two more"
I shook my head, and turned away,
In search of higher class
Nodded to the bartender,
and dropped a five to drain that glass
My gaze cut through the whiskey'd fog
And then my heartbeat stopped
When I spied a lovely blonde
alone, and looking at her watch
I crossed the floor, and thought "maybe tonight I'll be a man"
Kept on walking when I saw her
14-karat wedding band
The sultry glow of neon blue
Stains my face and hands
I'd like a drink to deal with life
And all the sorrow it demands