Potty Mouth

She had peed in her chair all night

Hustling drinks and picking skin

Open sores and men without noses

Wearing thin white capris @ 7 below

A sleeveless sweater vest, rancid fumes

Cheap sure fuck and something else

Why won’t she go, home or where ever

They’ve been stashing them these days

But one thought never crossed

She never gets up, saving that spot

Ordering drinks and wink winking over

Cash from the available fool on her left

“$3.00 please excuse me sir, oh sorry I didn’t see

That both of your hands are stuck down her pants.”

End of the night booze thirty, last call

Probably puke in the bathroom again

Busted glass on the floor, grab a clean rag,

Wipe down the rails, brown bottle clink,

Dump out the ashtrays, blue smoke stink

And why the hell do I keep smelling pee?

Laughter mixed with ripping pissed, finally

Getting our money’s worth of crazy.

Not just tinkles but gallons and gallons

Who ordered chairs made of cloth?

Call up ten friends, “no f’n way!”

Haul a barstool out to the dumpster

“Are you really gonna throw that away.”

“I was but you can have it, I guess”

Some folks are just freaking lucky

Home at last, whisky no mix  

Rolled a joint, swallowed a pill,

Just in case the booze fails, cover the bet

Slept till noon, shopped for shoes

Another cold night, band setting up

It gets dark these days at 4 o’clock.

Sound check, happily clearing off tables, crap

She’s back, wearing those pants…

Yellow rings marking the days like a tree’s age

(crazy bitch) I’m sorry that chair is taken……..