The island bar
Not far from home
Most nights I’m here
I sit alone.
The waitress brings
An ice cold brew
I sit here thinking
Thoughts of you.
The fishing boats
Pass on by
Their nets stretched out
For them to dry.
The jukebox plays
Our favorite song
I wonder why
It all went wrong.
The sweat runs down
Upon my face
There’s no A/C
Inside this place.
The ceiling fan
Blows warm salt air
I sit alone
Alone and stare.
I can’t let go
Of memories
They won’t let go
Let go of me.
So many years
I’ve spent this way
Waiting and wishing
You had stayed.
A shot of “Jack”
Before I go
One for the road
I can’t say, no.
Two local gals
Sit at the bar
They drive me home
It’s not that far.
No ocean breeze
The bay so still
I’ve had enough
I’ve had my fill.
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