17 September, 2011

in a smokin” shack on the wisconsin border

janiek

he slumped in a teary-eyed kitchen
stirrin” screw drivers in sync
the music kept his vodka twirlin”
chasin” down drink after drink
sweet dribblin” oranges squirtin” spray
cracklin” ice cubes chillin” warmer
than the jittery january day
and there just ain”t nothin” better
while a heart is bein” swept away
spinnin” “the thrill is gone”
lovin” the feelin” of his favorite song play

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