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