My success is a broken pool cue
The top broken off
And the bottom rolling endlessly on the
The only thing halfway decent here
Are the bloomin’ onions.
Damn! Are they good!
Girls with bright pink hair tell me lies
But I look sixteen too.
Aint no way.
But when I say no, they’ll just go next door.
The two cowboys always come in here.
Only place in New York that cares to stock
New York is the only place
They can be themselves.
What was it?
She was in a movie
Something about quantam physics.
I’m not ashamed to admit it went over my head.
Been sittin’ here,
Racking my brain
Ever since that actress came through the door.
Must not be doin’ to well.
Everyone here is so lost.
When the bottle drops,
The shards of glass shatter, but reflect no light.
Maybe I’ll turn a lamp on.
Might ruin the mood.
“Yo, Gary! When you gonna quit this ‘n go back to Hollywood?”
I tell them what they want to hear.
“Watchoo’ talkin’ bout, Willis?”