Bartender,
Pour me a drink
Bourbon on the rocks.
Why is this music so loud?
so flashy and colorful.
Lovers dancing,
Trumpets blaring
The bass bumpin’…
people are having fun,
enjoying themselves.
I dare to let a smile creep across my face
as the ashes fall from my cigarette
My eyes close as the music
grows softer but the people still dance…
smoke clouds the air as the colors dull into the night…
on the beach
with a drink and a smoke,
the reggae band pumpin’ it out,
the guitar wailing,
keyboard buzzing
people are laughing
enjoying themselves
and living life –
no regrets
funny –
I remember life having responsibilities and being stressful.
A long drag from my cigarette
and I close my eyes as the tropical breeze
turns back into a cloud of smoke
my eyes open –
the band still jammin’
the bar jammed just as much
the smile’s gone as I sigh
oh look – Billie Holiday’s up next
pour me another drink Bartender.
the night is young
and I don’t wanna go home.
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Bartender,
Pour me a drink
Bourbon on the rocks.
Why is this music so loud?
so flashy and colorful.
Lovers dancing,
Trumpets blaring
The bass bumpin’…
people are having fun,
enjoying themselves.
I dare to let a smile creep across my face
as the ashes fall from my cigarette
My eyes close as the music
grows softer but the people still dance…
smoke clouds the air as the colors dull into the night…
on the beach
with a drink and a smoke,
the reggae band pumpin’ it out,
the guitar wailing,
keyboard buzzing
people are laughing
enjoying themselves
and living life –
no regrets
funny –
I remember life having responsibilities and being stressful.
A long drag from my cigarette
and I close my eyes as the tropical breeze
turns back into a cloud of smoke
my eyes open –
the band still jammin’
the bar jammed just as much
the smile’s gone as I sigh
oh look – Billie Holiday’s up next
pour me another drink Bartender.
the night is young
and I don’t wanna go home.
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