Hello drunkness my old friend/ Ive come to talk with you again because a liquor softly pouring/all my joy has been restoring and the liquor that was planted in my veins/ still remains among the sounds of slurring In restless bars I drank alone/ where the beer and whiskeys flowin where the jukebox filled the air/I turned my glass until it was bare and my eyes were stabbed by a taverns neon light/ that split the night among the sounds of slurring And in the naked light I saw/ a dozen people, maybe more people flirting, not romancing/people grinding without dancing people singing songs that kids should never hear/though none were near among the sounds of slurring Fools, said I, you do not know- drunkness like addiction grows give me dollars and toss me cents/Give me money to pay my rent and my words like slurring raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of slurring and the people bowed and prayed/ to the hop-filled god they made and the sign flashed out closing time/while I sang out my final rhyme and the rhyme said Whack fol the derry oh, theres whiskey in the jar (and Johnsons Motor Car) and echoed the sounds of slurring
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 05:26:28 +0000
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