Last Call

I've been here since the start of the night lonley and nursing this premium beer No one would think me the confident one For many nights I've hung around here Doing my best to smile my shy smile Wishing and hoping you'll see it dear? As I desperately imagine you venturing near A quiet voice not meant for a noisy bar I'm not a rich guy I don't have a fancy car If you want respect I'll treat you like a star Others might go further But I'll be where you are Good guys don't need to finish last Gaze at me, so it won't be true Those gorgeous eyes and pretty face Grant me the gift of sitting next to you You'll make this cowboy a happy guy Just a bit of time, a minute or two I can see a bit of sadness in your brown eyes I'm willing to listen to all that makes you blue Don't rush away, take your time With you lady I'm more then content Let me sit here and enjoy that lovely laugh I may sound corny but it sounds heaven sent Nothing is to trivial, tell me about it all Moment to moment, a night well spent Until the bartender tells us that it's "last call." You smile at me and say "I like how this went!" I ask the bartender to bring a few more drinks This has gone a whole lot better then I thought You, pretty lady, Who I admired from afar You seem to like this quiet Cowboy a lot You are oh so sweet and easy to talk to And my stuttering tongue is not tied in a knot You whisper, "If you have just a few hundreds left, there are things I can do that will please you a lot!" For Casarah's contest Written October 15, 2015.