The Steel Door

The Steel Door The back of a bar Garbage cans Empty kegs Passed out drunks And an alley that goes nowhere A closed steel door leads to the stage I can hear the music as a band plays The beautiful sound of Jamaican Reggae If I had just a couple dollars Maybe I could buy a beer inside But my pockets are empty Not a penny to my name So I listen through the door My mind imagines the band The bar patrons dancing Glasses of golden paradise being served Yet, here I sit A wooden pallet as my barstool A few drops of gin from a bottle Dropped by a homeless man who passed by That will be my Friday night And many more Friday nights to come At least until I can get a couple dollars And I can make it to the other side of that steel door.