Last Call
sitting on a bar stool
acting as though i belong
sipping my whiskey slow
watching everyone laugh and carry-on
hour after hour
sipping my whiskey slow
bell sounds "last call"
all i see are shadows tall
dancing merrily on the floor
before my head hits the bar
it's my last call
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2011
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