a taste of what was

i walked into my new job
sunday morning
a little less pay
same pack of cigarettes, zippo
and torn flannel

the women come and go in the night
and im left with a bottle
of 100 proof whiskey
with
just enough
left in the bottle
to guide me to the next one

the other night
i met a nice girl in the bar
her name was kate
a little tall
for my taste
but nice
truly nice

and goD only knows what she was
doing in that bar
for it only takes
a few nights
for those low lights
and high spirits
to eat whats
left
of your
soul

i woke up next to her
curled up into my side
the next morning
with her cat walking up
my naked leg

i wasnt ready for shit like this
i thought
domestication
but im gettin damn close
i tell myself
as i slipped out of the covers
slowly

she wasnt ready for a
guy like me
just yet

hopefully she
would pick a new bar.