Havn’t shaved for days, beer in hand 1 am and sitting at the bar…so far in my thoughts im living in the past… Take a sip,playing reels from memory one to memory last…

Give me another bartender man.. another round of this bittersweet feeling.. another round of what wont help.. cuz time is the only medicine for healing. Smell like old cheap cologne.. cuz i couldn’t bare to use the one you gave me.. how carringly you snuck it in my cabinet when i wasn’t home. Tapping my feet against the stool.. Keeping myself from calling.. i mean who wants to sound like a fool..

Hand me another bartender man..Shivering because my heart is as cold as the drink in my hand..Summer days.slow motion in my mind your smile plays.. Stop,rewind,than play.. Stop,rewind,than play..over and over your smile.. this is not an easy day.. I let you go.. I let you go.. only for the best.. take another sip.. i want to wash away this feeling from my chest..

Haven’t shaved for days, beer in hand 1 am and sitting at the bar…so far in my thoughts im living in the past… Take a sip,playing reels from memory one to memory last…

Look up at the clock.. seeing the numbers at first is kinda rough.. Time is ticking, but the seconds aren’t fast enough.. Its another stormy night , so im stuck inside.. inside my thoughts.. You wrote me a letter i still have in my wallet.. ” i miss you, come back, i need you” Baby your in pain.. I’m sorry i cant solve it.. Bartender man, load them up and give me all you’ve got… Playing a reel of memories, believe me it doesn’t hurt in inches.. it hurts in masses..

time is ticking and its still storming outside.. Ill be OK once it passes..

Haven’t shaved for days, beer in hand 1 am and sitting at the bar…so far in my thoughts I’m living in the past… Take a sip,playing reels from memory one to memory last…

This poem was written/submitted by Jamal Musbah.