Murphie

I sit ,I stare, I drink another down ,I mostly look around, I embrace this lonely sport I have so long ago found.Sometime I talk, sometimes I smile,sometimes I do nothing but drink all the while.Maybe it aint the best life but it seems to suit my style.Yes I'll have another ,I pretend I'm waiting for something new ,perhaps a discreet lover.Thank you, keep the change,they seem to treat me better, it doesn't seem to strange.Rearrange the ashtray, give a fresh glass, I'll just push the old ones away.Light up a smoke,take a sip, hope I don't choke.Pass the time ,watch the mimes theres seems so little left to say.See the band they sound grand ,hold on to the bar to help steady my steady hand,rise to my feet give the girl a wink then gracefully stagger away...