Lonely.
Last night I walked up to
the bar
And drank my dozen whiskeys.
A man played blues,
And passed the booze,
Then took away my car keys.
When I got home, eventually,
I cracked another bottle.
Then all alone,
I remembered Joan
And fought my lonesome battle.
Once she used to be my girl,
But now she's someone else's. I fight the tears
And live my life
With out her strife.
Alone and lonely all this year.
I wish that she were here
again.
To cuddle me and hug.
To make me stay,
My fears allay,
And love my ugly mug.
JB Dec 2001