Waiting Tables
He had to get away from her.
He had to leave this town.
He set sail for the open seas.
For days he sailed around
then tied up at an island pier
and headed into town.
That night in the Black Horse Bar
He was drinking heavy and alone
nursing his poor broken heart
and playing sad songs on his phone.
If he said he hadn’t noticed her
You know he’d be a liar
The blonde haired girl
with the dark blue eyes
waiting tables and flashing fire.
She brought him a shot of booze
and a beer to chase his blues.
He asked her if she had a light
and where he might stay the night?
She replied, a glint in her eyes
she had a place, she lived nearby..
He stayed until she finished up
she took him home in her pick-up truck
To her pretty place by the sea
He wondered how he had such luck?
She brought him a shot of booze
and a beer to chase his blues.
They talked a while, she mostly did
about the man who’d let her down
about the ring he never gave
No wedding and no gown.
About leaving the island
to start anew on the mainland..
How she wished to be a movie star
or a singer in a country band.
So he brought her a shot of booze
and a beer to chase her blues.
As it got late, they both were drunk
and falling fast, couldn’t stay awake.
She had one bed and so they shared.
Good to know she was no fake.
Told her he’d been at sea a while
and he missed a woman’s charms.
They kissed and that led somewhere else
until she slept in his arms.
In the morning he asked if she
would sail with him, to the mainland coast
She said she couldn’t leave just then
money was what she needed most.
So, he brought her a shot of booze
and a beer to chase her blues.
It’s never the same
the morning after
as it was the night before
when the blonde haired girl
with the dark blue eyes
has a bottle for
the money owed
sitting by her door.
And he thought…
“She brought me a shot of booze
and a beer to chase my blues.”