It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in . There's an old man, sittin next to me, makin love to his tonic and gin ... . . .. . . . . . . .. . . ... . . . .
.. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .now Paul is a real estate novelist, who never had time for a wife.. . . and he's talkin with Davey, who's still in the Navy, and probably will be for life ... . . .. . . . . . . . . . .
.. . .. . . . . . .. Now John at the bar is a friend of mine, he gets me my drinks for free, and he's quick with a joke or a light of your smoke, but there's someplace that he'd rather be. . . .He said 'Bill I believe this is killing me', as the smile ran away from his face, 'yeah I'm sure I could be a moviestar, if I could get outta this place'. . . . . .. . . . .And the waitress is practicing POLITICS, as the businessman slowly gets stoned . Yeah they're sharin a drink they call lonliness, but it's better than drinkin alone .
Whattya think ? Pretty close huh ??
2007-02-17
12:56:20
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