listening to Johnny Frigo…
shots of whiskey…
women dance so elegantly…
thinking…
did i miss my chance…

hit and miss…
the fat man on the barstool…
surrounded by youth..
bottles rattle…
voices chatter…

i am alone…
awaiting nothing…no-one…
sipping life’s ruins…
slipping past forty-nine…
closing-in…closing in…

listening to Johnny Frigo play violin…
shots of whiskey…
women dance so elegantly…
thinking…
did i miss my chance…