Sugartown
The sign on the wall says
don't pinch
no colors
one beer minimum
reserve the right, etc.
The women look spaced
and hard, cliched.
The same old poses
pass for dance,
but It's still two bucks here
for a beer.
Through the sweat
and persuasion
and the hole in the door,
I see the old cook
smoking Camels,
flipping a burger,
just hangin out back there.
His smile knows, says
boy, I hope you don't
bring nothin' home
and catch it.
The sign on the wall says
don't pinch
no colors
one beer minimum
reserve the right, etc.
The women look spaced
and hard, cliched.
The same old poses
pass for dance,
but It's still two bucks here
for a beer.
Through the sweat
and persuasion
and the hole in the door,
I see the old cook
smoking Camels,
flipping a burger,
just hangin out back there.
His smile knows, says
boy, I hope you don't
bring nothin' home
and catch it.