walked into a bar in the middle of
I don’t know where
It was a dark dank place
The neon flickered and buzzed
As the smell of stale cigarettes and spilled beer hung heavy
The juke played a barrage of country music
And the boys at the pool table
Eyed up who they thought they’d take home
I pulled up a stool next to a worn out soul
Who paid more attention to his beer and whiskey
“Tennessee Whiskey” poured out of the speakers and into my glass
You ain’t from around here
No I’m not
Where’s home?
I looked at my empty glass and ordered two more
