Old Fashioned
Muddled whisky waters
Orange and cherry
Slightly bitter and slightly sweet
Sitting at the front bar
Sometimes eyeing her
Sometimes the TV
Nobody's swagger matched his own
The one created by the dagger in his heart
Making it a double
Was redundant at the least
But nothing else could extract it
And give him release
Blood; like the cranberry in her Cosmo
Spilled into his old fashioned soul
His lemon peel; twisted and rubbed
On the rim of his heart
Did not; a smoother bourbon make
Nor did it help him
To drink away his mistake.
STAI LEGGENDO
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