Lipstick On The Bottle Poem by vern eaker

Lipstick on the bottle

Tears falling on the bar

Clearly heartbroken once again

Softly sobbing and cursing men



Jukebox blaring her favorite tune

But she wont be dancing soon

Simply wanting to be alone

Still to sober to go home



Not caring to see the house

She had shared with that cheating spouse

Just needing some time to think

She simply motions for another drink



Lipstick on the bottle

Tears falling on the bar

Clearly heartbroken once again

Softly sobbing and cursing men



Wearing tight jeans and a baggy sweater

Hard to imagine she could look better

Her hair hangs down to hide her face

She dabs at her tears keeping make-up in place



Politely refusing any attempt talk

Choosing only to sip and sulk

Wondering where things went wrong

How did her life become a country song



Lipstick on the bottle

Tears falling on the bar

Clearly heartbroken once again

Softly sobbing and cursing men



When she requests another drink

It is plain to see what she might think

Digging some cash from her purse

Thinking things could really be worse



Pulling the ring from her left hand

Helps her let go of that cheating man

Her heavy heart becomes lighter

The neon lights seem to burn brighter





Lipstick on the bottle

Tears falling on the bar

Clearly heartbroken once again

Softly sobbing and cursing men



Signaling for yet another round

This time with a shot of Crown

Opting for something a bit stronger

Hoping to end the pain she wants no longer



She raised the small glass emptied it quick

Placed it on the bar as she licked her lip

Then a sip from the bottle and a shake of her head

All she had done wrong was pick the wrong man to wed



Lipstick on the bottle

Lipstick on the glass

She was felling better then

Content with drinking and cursing men





With nothing more than the wave of her hand

She orders up again as she begins to stand

At the jukebox she plays a happier beat

Before strolling back to take her seat



Raising the whiskey then down it goes

Shaking her head as she taps her toes

Lifting the bottle to her crimson lips

Holding it there as she sips and sips



Lipstick on the bottle

Lipstick on the glass

She was felling better then

Content with drinking and cursing men