the wet bar concoction
country pour and a wedding band
dangled from the neck
of her pink strat
a crescendo shimmer chaser
held court stool-side
loving him
she dressed in dirty jeans
how it’s good to be old
you see too many lovers
you see too many lovers
make heart’s go blind
there was blood on the rocks
and a fight in the corner
down by the ocean
well, I won’t talk about that
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