Songs of Life
Just Another Night
Sitting at the back of the room where the lamps are dimly lit,
I slowly sip my drink and watch bar room faces for a bit.
The loud one whose voice betrays the hurt he hides inside.
The quite one that averts her eyes to make you think she's shy.
The big guy at the end of the bar who's slowly drinking beer,
sits all alone, the look on his face says better not get near.
A paste up girl floats from guy to guy her scent still lingers on.
I take another sip of scotch and listen to a song.
The piano players fingers stroke them pearly keys tonight.
They tell a tale of blue collar blues, and of our common plight.
A smoker stands to bum a light, then runs to use the head.
On the bar his ashtray's full with two still glowing red.
A giggling girl searches for her keys as she stumbles toward the door.
A cowboy offers her a ride, no doubt what he's looking for.
Over in the corner a pimp struts proud, his threads are mighty fine.
He's bragging about some girl of his he rents out all the time.
A patron gives a holler, there's a fight in the parking lot.
The bouncer runs to lend a hand as the barkeep calls the cops.
The boys are shuffling paper as they rack a game of pool.
Nine ball call your pocket as they flip to set the rules.
I look outside a window and see pale shades of dawn,
and wonder if I stop back tonight will they remember me at all.
Just Another Night
