It was half past midnight as an ash fell from my cig into my drink,
A long Island iced tea polluted by my never ending habit and addiction, but still allows this old man to relax and think,
I conjure memories from a better vanished past as thoughts of you swim like a school through an ever aging mind,
Playful days with endless smiles, I smile into an audience of whiskey bottles thinking about those times,
Ahh, what a gal and what a body, I was the luckiest man around,
Her laughter still rings in my ears as her voice is the sweetest of sounds,
Sipping my drink slowly I travel farther into the past to escape years of bitter loneliness,
Your long blonde hair and big blue eyes with lips so sweet that soothe and caress,
The popping and spitting from an empty glasses draws the bartender in for the push,
Another drink, another cig, but not another girl like you..
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-16 00:19:01
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