EncoreSweaty brow wiped clean With monogrammed hanky He croons his tunes Like howling at the moon Nights are his daze and days, his drunkenness Flushes out yesterday's woes with tonight's song Bow tie hangs open and loose Like a noose That was made for a bigger man Ice melts in a gin bath he nurses Melting ice A metaphor for life He sings his song, sings his warning "Goodnight folks, you've been a terrific audience." He'll see them all tomorrow, mourning. |