Tears on the Jukebox
The song comes on the jukebox once again. The barkeep looks up and Sees him still there Lit by the neon colors of the box. A whiskey in one hand The other feeding cash Into the jukebox. He leans against the music box Mouthing the words to the Sad, sad songs he plays Over and over. The same three songs All about tears On wet cheeks and cryin’. He leans against the jukebox Silently singing along with the songs While using the whiskey to hold back His own wet tears. Roy W. Backes © 2020 Roywbackes.com
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