Bar Fights & Countertops

Bar Fights and Countertops

She’s somber at the bar
Martini with a dark olive in her right hand, and a menthol cigarette in the other
Knowing earlier in the night while standing in the bathroom of the shit hole she calls an apartment that she was looking for that empty one night stand
Now here she is sitting on a stool in the slum they call the Watering Hole, its ladies night and all the men have come out to play
A mirror hangs on the wall but she sees two now
Her mascara's running, and her eyeliner is ruined
Hair's a mess and the noises that she hears

He’s dressed up and ready to go
A sour pickup line hangs in his mind
A skuzzy aroma of his cologne lingers in the air
Easy catch a thought on the top of his head, and a taste of disgust on his lips
Heavy beating in his heart excited for this hunt, and a lust of a one night stand in his soul
Lead her to the door his voice trying to sound nice and warm

“Disrespect me we won't remember this in the morning” she says
The dizzying movements that they make
And the noises in the springs, the beating of a mattress
She’ll never look back on this
A drunken fight and her head lying in a bar

So now a sweet daiquiri and she has forgotten her comb
She can hear his voice but what could she do?
She was always to drunk to listen to the talk of a man and she really didn’t care, but she smiled, nodded her head and acted like she gave a damn
Her dress was in ruins and her lipstick was smeared

Drunk and sad, her head lying on the bar counter
Young, stupid....innocent no more
Twenty one and she understood he didn’t love her
Sex is always an easy plan
For a drunken twenty one year old man