The bar was lean and mean
It had a look to it
That left me numb with terror
And weak at the knees
The bartender was a shady looking
Character, the kind
To water down drinks
That was all right,
I brought my own
I was prepared
The lighting was low and good thing
The face of destitute was all over this place
And the body of dejection, digesting
Regurgitating was more than I could take
I ordered a gin and tonic, a double
The joint was crowded
Everyone knew each other
Except me, tucked in a corner at the back
Keeping a close eye on the exit signs
And planning my attack
I ordered another drink
I needed courage
I needed a life
The night moved on bitterly slow
I was drunk
And out of control
I grabbed the bartender
I grabbed the waitresses
In the end I grabbed a taxi
They let me go with a warning
I left them one too
I’ll be back next week
Or a lot sooner
