no more blues tonight, i'm flirting
no more worries on the tab
drink the last unprovoked beer
before relighting the old brown bag of crap

if you're not careful the days blend together
when drink, work, and women splash onto your lifeboat
leaving you stunned with a copy of "my pet goat"
pressing gently down on your fingers

wait as the memory of unrealized potential lingers
and poof, back to the sizzle of a beer and a giggle of a girl
reenacting a distortion of a bible passage behind a bouncing curl
no more clues tonight, i'm breathing
no more sausage for the dogs
no more thought-provoking monologues
no more talk, i'm learning to smile