The section in quotes should be sung. I wanted it in italics but I couldn't work out how to do it.


The End Of The Day

You come to the end of the day
This place your very last stop
Baggage you take with you always
Your head is ready to drop
The band is playing the last waltz
The bar now already closed
You look to your feet for company
Song in its very last throws
But you know you will not dance
Long tall glasses on the mind
An emotional hobo raises one arm
Mockingly waves out the time

“They should close the old place down
The faces have now changed
Where is the corner we once all met?
Our life has been rearranged
But you smile as you walk out the door
Yesterday is a pocket’s hole
And tomorrow you'll do it all over again
You drunken motherless soul”




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Written on 2019-04-15 at 14:05

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Grew stuff, Dave. Wonderful use of language; your trademark!
It reminds me of a rock ballad I’ve heard before. Billy Joel I think.
2019-04-16


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Dave. I know it well: both the always-carried baggage, the last (or penultimate!) waltz, the pocket's hole, and the certaintly that the routine will be adhered to the very next day.
2019-04-15