The Regular

His heart sank with the sun as another day passed

Light streamed through panes of glass to touch the floor 

Casting ever longer shadows that covered the door

He reached for his keys tripping over a cord

Stepping down stairs, he slipped into his Ford.

He knew each crack by rote, only a few blocks North

Circling the block to a space near Twentyfourth

He arrived at the bar at half past seven

Climbing onto his stool to drink 'till eleven.

His face recognized by his bartender Kevin.

His eyes fixed in a trance on the TV above

Not caring about the game, just about love

For the lady of his life gave him the shove

She left him one day for a lawyer unmentioned

The whole sordid affair badly intentioned.

The game was still playing but already done

As each month passed he though of the gun

For life had long ago ceased to be fun

Nothing to live for, nowhere to run

The score was zero to one, ending in defeat.

Kevin he said, don't ever get married

They'll stomp on your heart that they carry.

Keep a sharp eye and always stay wary.

You'll be broken and beaten, then stuck with the bill

Your body and mind will be put through the mill.

The bartender laughed and smiled with ease

Although he was young, he knew his job well

He poured another drink, that was his sell

It's a tough one he said, a standard trade line

You should try this new bourbon after your whine.