I need one more
I need to forget a little more
I need to remember a little less
I need to remember a lot more
I just need to remember it differently
The way I wrote it
The way it ends when I'm sleeping
Make it a White Russian
As white as her dress would've been
One Pina Colada
Tan as the sand would've been
One more Gin and Tonic
Sparkling as her eyes
Red as her lips
A triple shot of silver tequila
As clear as my intentions
Bartender I want to drink until I forget she said no
Bartender I want to drink until I forget I ever asked
Dear Bartender I want to drink until I remember she said yes
Vodka til my head rings wedding bells
Gin til my body ticks raw rice
Rum til my cheeks flush honeymoon
Tequila til my ring finger itches
Whiskey until she loves me too
Whiskey until she come back
Pour me another drink.
Im tired of this life.
Everything has gone to a pile of shit.
Bartender will you listen to my whines?
Bartender what time will you be closing?
I already see the sun shining through the dirty glass windows.
I dont want to leave.
Life for me is misery right now.
Ive felt like ive been driving on a dirt road for too long.
Its time for me to go
I repeat in my head as I stumbled out into the world to
face another blurry day.
I've been experiencing life
through 1 oz. of meltage,
and a smile that's fading with the moment.
I pick up my drink in lieu of
making trivial conversation
about the weather, sports, life in Los Angeles --
searching for clues of anything you like,
so that for a mere moment
I can be the one that makes you smile.
Not that cookie-cutter, customer-pleasing smile
that cracks around the ears,
but the type that makes the restaurant roof split open
a bit more every minute your heart beats;
the type that makes you feel
like you're not working,
and that a smile is never necessary
if only for the sake of another.
There are some who drink together because of friendship,
they are companions,
There are some who get drunk because of problems
Can I call them morons?
There are some who raise their glass because of triumph,
they are victorious,
And there are some who get drunk because they want to explore,
they are curious.
Some get drowned in alcohol because of their past recedes
they are in sorrow,
Some do spend a lot of time in the bar drinking and flirting
because their partners have been borrowed.
But some drink wine and beer just to chill out and relax,
can you feel the spirit that make our bonds and friendship last?
Can you feel the knot that tied us together, stronger?
I know all the stories behind those beverages, I am the master, the chief, the Bartender.
Love & Illusion, do you know in magic?
Do you think that we could be more than tragic?
Bartender, pour me another
I see you, seeing me
Buy me another shot
And lets try this another time, Ill be here waiting for this to start
The past is all over and over
My heart still beats the same
But not for you
Bartender give me another number
Someone is calling for me
When i close my eyes it sounds like you
Across the room, I see you
Seeing me too
Pour me another glass
I am stuck on this stool, until you tell me to go
But i am stuck staring at you
Don't leave me alone, in this bar
It doesn't seem that wrong
If you could take me home
Another Saturday night
spent breaking up bar fights,
and fixing things
that have nothing to do with me.
I wonder at how we got here.
These sleepless nights are killing me,
dreaming of your broken bottle sins.
I know there was a beginning,
but I can’t see the end.
I feel your dependence like a weight
stacked high with all of your tonics,
sour beer, your wine, your gin.
God, I am just so tired,
I feel broken, bent, used
and used again.
I can’t stand it when you call me “friend”
like I was something more to you
than a person to vent to.
I’ve always been the person you went to
because I know you better than the floor
you see more and more of everyday
passed out over like a dead man.
You wish you were a dead man.
I almost do, too.
At least that way I wouldn’t have to listen,
listen to you, your life,
everything I hate about you.
But I won’t say a word.
I’ll just pick up your world, your bottle
and all the pieces of pretentious bravado
you dropped when you walked
through that front door.
I hate my job, but I hate you more.
Twenty two years had passed by
She blinked, and a lifetime had passed
She started this job as a lark
She never thought it would last
Two husbands and rehab were part of this bar
The husbands...her clients all knew
But the rehab, was hers...and hers all alone
Only one in her family knew
She'd been tending bar here for 3 presidents plus
Two popes, two husbands....one queen
There were things in this bar that were secreted away
There were things just not meant to be seen
Say, 4 fights a week for 22 years
That's four thousand six hundred fights
That's more violent acts than one person should see
That's a lot of just mind numbing sights
As a tender of bar, she was part doctor as well
Serving drinks, and giving advice
She was hit on as well, and most she turned down
But some, they succeeded....some twice
They would come with their problems
spill their guts to this girl
Who they'd probably just met that night
They would tell her their problems and drink a few ales
When they left, they would be feeling all right
But, Mary...poor Mary would harbour their pain
She'd help them, but could not let things go
They'd cheer up with her talking and 1 or 2 beers
But she hurt, and would leave feeling low
There was always a someone on the tales other end
Who was home, maybe beaten or mad
But, Mary....she talked to the one who'd come out
And she always left feeling quite sad
The stories they told her, she never asked them to tell
But they came and they opened on up
And she as their hostess just listened and served
Whle they sat there, getting full in their cups
She married two men that she met in the bar
Both left wives, and poor Mary was blind
They both charmed this girl, till she was way too far gone
And she learned that love..yes, was blind
She had a young niece, that her sister had left
She was going to school here in town
If there was one person alive who could bring Mary up
Her niece Amber was the proverbial clown
After marrying twice and divorcing just once
Mary vowed not to do it again
But, she was hit on each night
in this bar Down the lane,
by a considerable number of men
Her first husband...a lout, for better want of a term
Was a drunkard, and jealous most days
But she fell for him hard, for his sad tale of woe
And her marriage lasted 91 days
He would come in each night after finishing work
And would berate her for flirting for tips
After leaving the bar, he would beat her at home
Hitting low, just above Mary's hips
Her boss saw her marks whens she was filling the fridge
He kept quiet, but he told her to call
A friend that he had, who would help Mary out
He knew her marks were not from a fall
Before Mary phoned she had incredible news
Her husband had been in a crash
Her problems were over and her bruises would heal
And it all happened ...poof...in a flash
During this time her sister ran off
Leaving Amber for Mary to raise
Though she hated her sister for leaving
Dear Amber she loved, and she helped Mary get through the days
But eight years along, with no outlet in sight
Hearing tales and of other folks pain
Mary reached out and she found comfort in
A needle and a rock of cocaine
for three years she spiked, shooting up every day
spending money she stole from the till
And during this time, she got married again
He seduced her when she had no self will
He knew of her problem and joined in all the same
Just a leech come along for the ride
He would help keep her secret, never telling her boss
Never letting them know she was fried.
Poor Amber found out, she walked in one June day
there was Mary with her coke and her spoon
When she looked at young Amber, she knew she must quit
And she knew that she must do it soon
Pure heartbreak she saw in that little girls eyes
She could see how she thought she would lose
Her Aunt like her mother, gone from her life
Mary knew she would now have to choose
Rehab was chosen, and her husband he left
He found out that this train had now stopped
his free ride was over, his meal ticket gone
You could say that his bubble had popped
Two years clean celebrated, at the bar with the kid
Mary got some good news from her boss
He was retiring to Texas and was selling the bar
And he would sell it to her at a loss
She was now the proud owner of a bar all her own
Three doors down from Giannis on Hope
She would run it precisely, the way she'd been taught
She would run the bar clean, free from dope
She would meet some great people,
Some nights in for a drink
And others that she wished would just leave
She would listen to stories, some good some not quite so much
And others just to hard to believe
She would make friends with some people And others she'd ban,
making sure that they left with a start
She'd befriend Harry Cooper, the World War two vet
Who would imprint his soul on her heart
And Amber...yes Amber would come down to spend time
She was fine and was going to school
She was a classical junkie in the dark of her room
And I tell you this girl was just cool
Mary brought Amber up with morals and faith
She would come when her Aunt made the call
She would rather hang out at the bar every night
Than to go with her friends to the mall
Mary made peace with the demons she had
She could leave the folks tales and go home
But, now she had Amber and a reason to live
And she would not have to do it alone
the bar's past Giannias, three doors down to the right
It's not large but she makes it make do
There's some music out back from a bluesman as well
Come on down and be one of the few
Be a regular there, join up with the crowd
It's not big but the beer's always cold
You don't have to stay long, but you'll come back again
For it's special....or so I've been told
Tell Mary I sent you, you'll get a free drink
And a free ear to hear of your tale
But, leave your ciggies outside for you can't smoke in here
You can do it outside by the pail.
Sit me down at the bar
I'll take a Jacks on the Rocks
I need it strong
Stronger than you've ever made it
So make it a tall glass
I'll be here for a while
Hey bartender pour me another
Let me tell you why I'm here
I walked out of a church
I was suppose to get married today
She's a beautiful women
Smart, Sexy, Sensitive
Couldn't ask for a better woman
I walked out because I'm not marriage material
I wasn't meant to be a husband
Not to someone as incredible as her
She deserves a man
Aiming, truly willing to be by her side
Through the thick and sick days
I'm leaving to go to war
For a country that turns their back
On the men and women sacrificing
The things and people they love
I'm going to need another
This buzz isn't strong enough
Screw it put a little Jose Cuervo
He'll spice this buzz up
See bartender I may be a stupid man
But I know what's worth fighting for
She is worth every bomb exploding
Every soul my AR15 takes
I'll be the grim reaper in any country
As long as I know she is truly safe
I guess I should attend my wedding
The same way I'll attend my brothers funeral
Filled with sorrow and love
Another son is going to war
With a bottle and for a woman
A son that might never come home
The way she wants me too
T'was the night before Christmas, And at the back of the bar
Sat a man all alone, Lighting up a cigar
The waitress ran over and waving her hand
You can't do that here, Smoking is banned.
If you must smoke that thing, you can go to the street
And stay away from the building, by at least fifty feet
The man took a puff and with a voice like a croak
He said, "You're kidding, right miss? You're making a joke"
I'm sorry, but sir..I'm afraid that it's true
But the law is the law, and it's not only for you
That we must say butt out, please extinguish your smoke
So our place can be filled with other fine folk
For ninety two years I have walked on this earth,
I have broken no laws and you know what it's worth?
Bupkiss, no nada it's not worth a thing
Would that law still apply if I was a King?
I've been coming in here for 60 odd years
And I think I've consumed a truckload of beers
I've smoked in this corner on many a night
Now you say butt out, I don't think that's right.
I fought for this country at the end of the war
I came home with a war wound, and you know dear...what's more
I came to this bar to have drinks with my friends
Who all weren't so lucky and met terrible ends
They died on the beach, heart as big as a house
Taking on the unknown for their country, their spouse
They battled for honor, the right to be free
And they all weren't as lucky, to come home like me.
I was here in the sixities when Camelot died
I was here with my son, and we both sat and cried
It was that night in November, I remember it well
That my son said he'd joined up and was heading to hell
He had joined the marines and was all set to fight
For freedom and honor and he knew it was right
Because I'd gone before and stood with others like him
And I said just be safe, and come home son...my Jim
In the years he was gone, I came down here to think
Of why he was there and I shared smokes and drinks
With friends, all now gone from this world of distrust
Now they all lie beneath us, decomposed back to dust.
My son made it back and we came right down here
To spend time with our friends, both from far and from near.
The years passed us by and my grandson joined too
And we sat and we prayed in this bar, for we knew
He was fighting for freedom and the rights we hold dear
Like having some fun, over smokes and some beer.
He never came home from his war, don't you see
That's why we're sitting alone here, just you and me
Tonight is the night that his letter arrived
Saying "We regret to inform you...that no one survived"
So, each Christmas Eve I come back to this bar
To savor my memories and to drink from this jar
And I finish each year thinking of what now is gone,
Of my battle scarred boy and his now deceased son
Now, you come and tell me that I must go outside
To continue my smoking and so I'll abide
'cause for 92 years that I've been on this earth
I've broken no laws and you know what that's worth
Then the waitress reached back and she pulled out a match
From a box on the barwith a rusty old catch
She said Sir, I am sorry I didn't mean to offend
For this one night each year, the law I can bend
So please light one for me on this Christmas Eve Night
And Thank you from all who continue the fight.
Merry Christmas and HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013
Must be slightly crazy and have the marbles to fill the spot of
a semi sobber madman called Gonzo.
Must be good at starting shit and keeping people laughing.
Most be mildly atractive and really good looking
with the lights off with a buzz.
Must be willing to comment on poems and say cheers.
must be able to pass out behind a bar and write misspelled gems on bar napkins
And most of all to be the one to make people forget
there problems for awhile and share the spirts of wild turkey
can you replace Gonzo?
If your crazy enough to try
Then step right up and reply.