Jet Club
Pubs n clubs
I worked in the Jet club, as a bouncer, on the front door,
Jonny Okeefe was our singer, loud music, a red light for sure,
Jonny sang “she wears my ring, with deepest emotion,”
ladies distracted were by this lovers thing,
wild one, brought dancers on with devotion,
made their hearts twang and sing,
some more,
the potion,
Ladies would ask me this question,“Any Business men in the place,”
Wanting a solid provider, Cos love had been left the race,
I’d be walking about in red darkness, watching the rubbish paper on the floor,
For the drunks were dropping their dollars, dollars were mine if I saw,
The manager said with your head down, get an upper cut for sure,
But with ten dollar bills n the twentys, it was worth me few dollars more,
So at 3am I’d be walking, over Story Bridge, yes once more,
Going home to sleep with the faeries, or some lady that I’d scored.
Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Confessions to a bartender
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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