Somebody Else

A lush A hot tomato Full of bourbon Holding up a bar stool Cigarette between her fingers Manicured nails meant to kill And I’m on a bender And hell bent Smoky crushed velvet James Bond would be so proud A jazz quartet is swinging To a heroin crowd Sunglasses in the night The brother is so cool A nicotine queen Is filing in between Bartender named Lloyd Says my money’s no good Drinks are on the house They know I’ll pay in cocaine When we slide on out the back “What was that?” she says “A double Jack straight up?” No mixers for me I’m drinking for the buzz It takes a lot of booze to kill The memories of you And pretend I’m someone else.