Saturday Thrown Into The Shade
for Jason Molina
The jukebox is in an empty bar
and only the gods are dancing now
a security man checks the outdoor locks
before thieves make their rounds of night
a Ducati Panigale screams past with love
there's enough strong drink for everyone
Thor is hammered again, Zeus is delusional
a conga line of gods goes winding through the bar
the robbers sigh and pour themselves another whisky
an old fellow in a cap with wings unplugs the jukebox
outside the moon sings high and lonesome
it's very late and all the buses have gone home
across town the parties are in full swing.
drunkenness is next to godliness! good stuff, Rob.
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