Bat Notes Number 3

I sat by myself in the back of the barroom,
Hearing the jukebox and sipping a beer.
Someone kept playing the same old song over.
It was the last song I needed to hear.

As if out of nowhere a woman’s hand touched me.
She asked if the chair that was closest to me
Was saved for another or if she could sit there.
I said, “The last I heard, the country’s still free.”

She sat down beside me and drank from her whiskey.
She told me, “I’ve only got one thing to say.
If you are as lonely as I am this evening,
There’s no need for both of us leaving that way.”

I smiled at her courage and wanted to take her.
I knew how a desperate passion runs deep;
But I told her gently, “I thank you. But no thanks.
Tomorrow a memory is all we could keep.”

She smiled at me sweetly; and, as she was leaving,
Said, “Maybe I’ll see you, and maybe you’re wrong.”
And while I stared into the beer I was nursing,
The jukebox kept playing that same old sad song.

Title should be “Bar Notes No. 3.” I keep thinking of a line I heard when doing karaoke in the early 90s. It might work into a song. This dude said, “I"m a six-pack karoke singer.” For me it took at least a pitcher of beer to slur Johnny Cash.

She sat down beside me and drank from her whiskey.
She told me, “I’ve only got one thing to say.
If you are as lonely as I am this evening,
There’s no need for both of us leaving that way.”

I really like the flow and depth of meaning in this stanza in particular. Very good! Oh and also the nursing of beer is a great description

Thanks Joekoba!