Drunken Man

He lay his head down at his spot
His coat of beard, a dirty brown
and signalled for another shot.
The stranger, somewhere out of town.



The barman said he’d had enough,
It was time for him to leave.
The doormen here were fair but tough
and he’d not be hard to heave.



The drunken man rose from his stool
and tripped when on the ground
He stared up feeling quite the fool
Too drunk to make a sound.



The stranger now was staggering
He was making for the door
He got the notion then to sing
when collapsing on the floor.



A cab was called: “Get of sight
I have customers who’ve paid,
to come and have a nice quiet night,
instead,they've seen what you've displayed.”



The stranger then left the bar
and fell into the street
He knew that he could not get far
When his head hit cold concrete



A cabbie came and picked him up
And took him to a nurse
Refusing him another sup
He then began to curse



They stitched him up and let him go
and told him to lie down
And asked him to let someone know
He said,“My family's out of town”