On the Road Again
Stumbling into this smokey run down dive bar
I just drove six hours in that old cramped car
The dancers rush to hit me up, I say leave me alone
I just came in to use the telephone
I can barely talk over the music blasting in here
And this phone smells like old rotten beer
I haven't talked to my kid since I don't know when
So I get into it with the ex-wife again
Because I haven't seen my kid in a year
I expect the phone to slammed down in my ear
She says she hates my guts, why do I even call
And doesn't know why she talks to me at all
She reminds me that without a doubt
I'm the one who decided to walk out
So if I care about our son at all
I should do more than a lousy phone call
I start slamming whiskey in this hell-hole bar
And wonder how it ever got this far
I run from the past and I'm all alone
Until I work up the courage to pick up the phone
The sun is rising and I jerk awake
And grab a handful of pills to take
Time to hit the road again
Wondering when this nightmare will end
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6/24/19
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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