Poem Number 193

THE THIRD BARSTOOL FROM THE CORNER

Too many nights I have drank my fill
Trying to clear my tortured mind
But I know it will do no good
I will still be missing you at closing time

Come 4 o’clock you will find sitting in my new home
On the third barstool from the corner
Just drinking there all alone.
As I look into the mirror I don’t like what I see
A poor lonely fool looking back at me.

Now the sound that I hate to here comes ringing in ear
It is closing time,
you have time for one more beer

Well I stagger to my lonely room my heart has to face my fears
Because I know that in my restless sleep I will cry a million tears.
The good LORD came and took you and left me here all alone

You can find me on the third barstool from the corner
Just crying in my beer.

---RJ