The Day I Bought a Shot Glass

The day i bought a new shot glass I wondered what happened to all my shot glasses I remember one that looked like a wooden barrel my favorite and the others what happened to them I could feel the cold evening I could hear the footsteps behind me I could hear the brushes in the sky painting the evening I heard you wink your eye as you fastened rings on your ears and brushing back your hair as if no one cared except you The next day i bought you a new dresss a courtesy in the mirror is what it cost My throat sore coughing sneezing the cold wind will hurt and the rain I pulled into the liquor store bought some brandy and a shot glass.