little sordid joint
feeling just a little
out of joint.
band wailing away
windows rattling.
beer chugging patrons
digging the band
out of tune,
drum roll here please.
lonely people
in a crowded busy room,
piano player drunk on life
plays with the tempo
of the room
growing in volume
as the empty beer bottles
are lined up
against the wall.
so now, can't you
bring on just one more,
another final chorus of
You
Win
Again.
(11-03-1075)
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