half an hour to spare
i ducked into a bar
i could be anywhere
i don't know where you are
i don't know what i'm doing
but i drink my liquor down
and mist descends
the mystery ends
the other side of town
twenty minutes left still
now i need another drink
feeling slightly ill
so i'm trying not to think
i'm trying to remember
what i'm trying to forget
just trying trying
slowly dying
halfway through the set
ten to time to be there
just another glass of wine
feeling slightly better
dammit. nah. i'm feeling fine.
don't want to be early
but i don't want to be late
just sitting drinking
thinking stinking
thoughts will have to wait
time to go and meet you
though i can't remember why
i know for sure i like you
even though you make me sigh
i'm built all wrong my lovely
two left eyes below my nose
so being friends is where it ends
this is the path i chose
i should already be there
but i'm still here in the bar
think maybe i should call you
but i don't know where you are
i don't know where the phone is
i don't know which way is up
my poor excuse is fast and loose
is nothing in the cup
i wake up in the gutter
all alone without a friend
i grimace and i mutter
that the world must surely end
but this devilry or somesuch
keeps it turning round and round
i trip and fall
and know that all
my lies have kept me bound
it's back to what is simple
like money in the bank
a smile and a dimple
the ability to wank
a routine for the day
and a strategy for nights
my threescore and ten
will pass and then
we can turn out the lights
another half an hour
and another lonely bar
another ice-cold shower
and another hidden scar
a drink so i'll remember
then another to forget
the meaning fades
beneath my shades
and yet...
and yet...
and yet...
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers