Ode to *** and coke
I toast the old *** and coke
the after hour drink from one job to the next
sometimes not a break just slip from one kitchen to the other
one paid the other didn't well except for the drinks
Oh how i adore you *** and coke
wake up in the morning coffee in hand blinders on
weary look up on my face, each morning other side of the wall from the coffee
lays her sleeping with someone new
my heart racing anguished and foolish , embarrassed at every turn. I turn back to my room coffee in hand
watch the clock tick until 2 pm get on my scooter to job number one a place really where I can be in my own world until closing time, then off to job number 2 a repeat of number 1
except for in the waiting after the shift was done a *** and coke is to be in hand.
Tired and weary every hour dusk until dawn.
A time where i felt no escape and no place to run and there at the end of the all shifts
old *** and coke waiting for me to take her in my hands and sip and taste
oh what grace... the numbness sifting out all of daily happenings oh so sweet.
day in day out old *** and coke came about..and met me in the night...
then one night waiting for old *** and coke on second order
came across something new
after getting second drink looked over and said hello... several years ago
Now..both restaurants are gone, things i trusted and beleived in gone,
i have moved, my friend stopped talking
everything has changed once again
like the never ending circle
oh how i wish i had that *** and coke
the bartender knew just how much it took to drown the day in each and every glass
he would pour for me
i raise the *** and coke high into the sky and toast to its existence
for it would listen and ease up all the pain.
Ode to *** and coke
by Alan Spivey 1/20/2014
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Ode to *** and coke
I toast the old *** and coke
the after hour drink from one job to the next
sometimes not a break just slip from one kitchen to the other
one paid the other didn't well except for the drinks
Oh how i adore you *** and coke
wake up in the morning coffee in hand blinders on
weary look up on my face, each morning other side of the wall from the coffee
lays her sleeping with someone new
my heart racing anguished and foolish , embarrassed at every turn. I turn back to my room coffee in hand
watch the clock tick until 2 pm get on my scooter to job number one a place really where I can be in my own world until closing time, then off to job number 2 a repeat of number 1
except for in the waiting after the shift was done a *** and coke is to be in hand.
Tired and weary every hour dusk until dawn.
A time where i felt no escape and no place to run and there at the end of the all shifts
old *** and coke waiting for me to take her in my hands and sip and taste
oh what grace... the numbness sifting out all of daily happenings oh so sweet.
day in day out old *** and coke came about..and met me in the night...
then one night waiting for old *** and coke on second order
came across something new
after getting second drink looked over and said hello... several years ago
Now..both restaurants are gone, things i trusted and beleived in gone,
i have moved, my friend stopped talking
everything has changed once again
like the never ending circle
oh how i wish i had that *** and coke
the bartender knew just how much it took to drown the day in each and every glass
he would pour for me
i raise the *** and coke high into the sky and toast to its existence
for it would listen and ease up all the pain.
Ode to *** and coke
by Alan Spivey 1/20/2014
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