The Barroom Clown
The patrons wait for him to come in each day
To hear him speak they would even pay
Always smiling, he laughs and sings
And my cash register constantly rings.
At 2 am the clock will chime
For now it’s almost closing time
There he sits the barroom clown,
I wonder where he goes when the bar shuts down.
Copyright © Susan Keogh | Year Posted 2010
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