by Rebecca Healy

Created on: February 11, 2009

(Pitcher on a) Dusty Bar

Pitcher on a dusty bar

Five times emptied in the blink of an eye

Wooden floor slants, so it appears

To the model of a drunken man

Sticky under foot a while

On a journey to the porcelain shrine

This is the walk, the longest of walks

Cuts into drinking time

Closing time comes and always too fast

Followed by collective sighs

Drunken entourage with a thorn in its side

Pleading house staff, pleading extended time

Faces of familiar warmth

Friendships gauged by the nights you survive

All that remains, blurred images

Provide you the reason to stay

Closing time comes and always too fast

Followed by collective sighs

Drunken entourage with a thorn in its side

Pleading house staff, plead extended time

Skin like paper, sun drenched withered

Heart on a pacer

Organs pickled in an alcohol stew

Never replace her, never the same

The day that he lost her

Gained a partner a bottle or ten

A bottle that hasn't an end

Closing time comes and always too fast

Followed by collective sighs

Drunken entourage with a thorn in its side

Pleading house staff, pleading extended time

Skin like paper, sun drenched withered

Heart on a pacer

Organs pickled in an alcohol stew

Never replace her, never the same

The day that he lost her

Gained a partner a bottle or ten

A bottle that hasn't an end

Taken away and unexplained

Gone in seconds taken by a train

His phone rang louder, louder that day

A siren that sounded, ending

All his worst fears

All he held dear

Time had stopped, time stood still

Cloaked in a sadness

Making him ill

Why has this happened?

Why has this happened to him?

Pitcher in a dusty bar

Five times empty in the blink of an eye

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