Guitars and Barstools

Another night, another town
Like those I’ve left behind
Honky tonks and cheap hotels
And girls that are inclined

To drink your whiskey, tell you lies
Laugh at all your jokes
Dance real close, head on your shoulder
Trying hard to coax

Another drink, another dollar
Til you’re down to your last dime
While you’re weighing what the chance is
Of some love at closing time.

Guitars and bar stools, cigarette smoke
Beneath a neon sun
Just another one night stand
A lifetime on the run

It’s just me and this old pickup
On a road to who knows where
Living for the next tomorrow
Driven by the nightlights glare

I know that my days are passing
And the booze won’t set me free
But guitars, bar stools, easy women
Just keep calling me





About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Guitars and Barstools

  1. Wow That a side of Texas I never knew existed You Dog You


  2. Paul Hardesty says:

    Reminds me of my stupid youth when I was working for Greyhound….You capture it certainly.


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