A little something for drinking at the piano.

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Actually titled "(I Almost Survived) Last Call At Frenchy's". There was a sleazy bar in the town I grew up in called Frenchy's. I got a t-shirt from there that said "I Survived Last Call at Frenchy's", but somebody wrote in the word "Almost". I wore it at least once a week in high school. Classic.

(I Almost Survived) Last Call at Frenchy's

His hands are wined and dined
His voice, whiskey soured
How many rotten teeth can you fit in that mouth
Handles the throttle
Like speed has the answer
It’s good to be home, the neons comfort him

Wizened and old
A sage of the chrome
A broken down barrier
A broken down home
He lives by the code
Those who can pay
Without all the questions
The marks won’t betray

Cigarette stains
His favorite haunts
It’s last call Bobby. I’m sure I can drive, man.
How many times for sorry
Forgiveness has a limit
Unfortunately so do bones, so do bones

Blowing all the smoke
Smiling like a champ
He has a dull ache
Strike at the cramp
Don’t be self-serving
Pity doesn’t suit
Here’s a reminder
Have some more mood

Sometimes she laughs
Sometimes she cries
Belated, belated
Belated good-byes

And he falls asleep
Sweet and much obliged
And in the corner
A whimpering wife