i sipped my favorite booze
underneath the distant stars
saw Venus and Mars
floating in the evening sky
i looked around at strangers
and drank a lot
i wanted to cry
i heard the guitar play
and watched the fingers pick
the sad lament for a long lost love
and feeling stomach sick
felt the glass was heavy in my hand
it didn't understand
that laughter from the table next to mine
came from whiskey and not from wine
there was no one special here
and no one near
sitting by my captain's chair
whispered words failed to share
falling empty through the air
i danced alone
underneath the yellow lights
saw castles and knights
floating on an evening pole
i looked around at strangers
and drank a lot
i played a role
i heard the singers singing
and ate my piece of bread
listening to the party talk
but hearing nothing that was said
goodbye i whispered to the night
a napkin waving out of sight
my payment made was bar tab full
watching men still playing pool
who thought their shots were so damn cool
i drove away and found the clue
reading between fine lines i knew
this invitation was meant for you.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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