The jazz is slow,

Painfully so.

Slide out the back way

Again, without paying my tab

No, on second thought,

I'll just stay,

Wait for whiskey and IPA

To carry my mind far away

Places my legs can't run

Waiting at least for dusk,

These eyes can't handle the sun

Sit here in an alcove, red, again

Washed up and done before I've begun

Kenny starts playing 'Wave'

And I start to fade

Like the sun outside this basement

Sinking into a distant Pacific

I'd go, but there's no place to be,

So, I just sit and listen to drums, piano, and cello

Sit and sip away my sorrows,

Letting go of my grip on hope for tomorrow.

The longer I linger, the longer I'm here,

The more I feel myself begin to disappear.