Wednesday, August 24, 2005

First the Beer, then the Wine, then the Bourbon (and then the Bitter Tears)

You swore that your change wouldn't jingle
in your pocket from walking away.
But you first played that song seven years ago,
and I'm still dancing to it today.
I pour out a glass
for the good times
that haven't come near me
for years:
first the beer, then the wine,
then the bourbon--
and then, the bitter tears.
You taught me to drink beer like water.
You taught me to drink wine like beer.
You made me see red wine in bourbon
and Mardi Gras in the Jewish New Year.
I pour out a glass
for the good times
that haven't come near me
for years:
first the beer, then the wine,
then the bourbon--
and then, the bitter tears.
We were famed for our inebriation
with each other, right from the start.
Then like Carry Amelia Nation,
you smashed the saloon of my heart.

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