FRIDAY NIGHT

Friday night
Knew I’d be here
Hanging out
Drinking a beer. 

Half a dozen
Other places 
With better music
Newer faces.

You walk in
Go to the bar
Drink a scotch
A …. Cutty Sark.

Down this road
Too many times
It’s never right
I‘m tired of trying. 

Finish up
You’re not staying
You gotta go
No, I’m not playing. 

You know
You’re not welcome here
Finish up 
Your tab is cleared.

Got your number
Know your game
Nothing’s different
It’s the same. 

Here’s your coat
Grab your hat
I ain’t tapping 
None of that.

Been there, done that
Not again
I don’t want to
Be your friend.

Pack it up
Called you a cab
Don’t forget it
Here’s your bag. 

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Image: Google Images. Tasting Table.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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