With Danny At Norms
I met Danny at Norms on the weekends
it's a cheap coffee shop that serves
decent apple pie and good steaks
sometimes there is a long wait for a table
other times we hustle right in
Danny was waiting for me at a table tonight
he waved when I came in, ten minutes late
anyways, there was a lot of traffic but
that's no excuse, I got on the road late
busy playing around on the computer
Danny talked about playing poker
he had a lucky day at the table the other day
and today everything went bad
I wanted to tell him to check his astrology
but I just sat and listened
Danny always orders the porterhouse and then
takes the bone home for his dog Jake
I always get the New York Steak with a Caesar's salad
and a baked potato.
Danny and I are the best of friends
he was a big drinker back in the day
those days are over and now he just
complains about smoking too many cigars
it's always nice to see him.
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