Jukebox Cry For Me By Ron Porter

in the dim and dismal barrooms of my dark and distant past i sat drinking cheap misery as i listened to songs of lying lovers,? ?cheaters, broken hearts and pedestrian pain all those songs,? ?i named them and i claimed them as my own converted the words to portraits in my mind;? ?each one i framed then took it home with me in my heart i viewed each repeatedly and reveled in self-revelation that not a single one had been written about me and that pain down in my heart the emptiness and fear that kept me bound and chain in cuffs and fetters so many others had felt it too that knowledge somehow made it better So never once did i have to cry not out? ?in the open,? ?for others to see i'd just play those songs,? ?and sing along and let the jukebox cry for me.