Current poems in progress...

THE THIRD BARSTOOL FROM THE CORNER
---Anonymous

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

ITS FRIDAY
---Anonymous

Well I’m gliding through the bayou, riding in my p.iro
Going down towards New Orleans
Got a pretty girl waiting there for me

She is my little Cajun queen
Well she hunts alligators all week long
But on Friday night she is mine

We are going to dance to the music that the fiddle plays
and drink a little homemade wine
The boys they all gather round wishing they were me
Cause she the prettiest little girl that you ever did see

Come daylight I know everything is alright
Cause I am still holding her tight
Well I am going to walk her home and kiss her good night
Cause that the way it got to be

But come next month I am going to get myself down, down on one knee
and ask my pretty little Cajun queen if she will marry me
But until then I have Friday nights and my pretty girl waiting for me
Well we will dance all night and I will hold her tight
And dream of things that will be

---RJ
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Glad to see you're still writing, RJ. I wish this site was as busy as it used to be, Happy New Year!
...BR