The band stopped playing
About a half an hour ago
The old rundown place emptied
Leaving me all alone
With my head on the bar
Mixing spilled beer and tears
I know I am a sorry sight
The band not even paying attention
As they pack away their instruments
Before heading down the road
It's a road I have been on
Gypsy living in a suitcase
New crowds every night
Kidding yourself that it will get better any day
And before you realize
You have lost all you loved
And your head down and a sorry sight
Breathing spilled beer and tears
With nobody to hold you close
Nice! you captured that moment.
ReplyDeleteI truly hope it's not personal experience Robert darling, it would break my heart. I don't want your to be sad :).
ReplyDeleteCiai your comments as always mean a great deal
ReplyDeleteUnikorma... an observation I was part of that life on the road..the poem is part of what I saw....