Charlie

Sometimes in this place, you just don't know, if you’ll make it, the same with those, who never show, they don't understand, if there's time to pray, give me a blow, while others turn up late, how they break my bones, do they know, no one gets by alone, I really need to state, sunlight comes with stones, life is not a holiday, this café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar atones, it’s a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, cigarettes to taste, an atmosphere of home.