Jukebox

...and the drink, it's good,
maybe better than good,
better than God,
or that God damn woman
that left me last week
for the drunk bum sitting next
to me at the bar.

What luck I have,
is that what they call it?

To hell with her sets of lips
and his working fuck face,
I don't know if I'll see
another wet woman
in this place all night.

At least I got my cool,
yeah baby,
and a dime left
for the jukebox.

*Inspired by Charles Bukowski's "Notes of A Dirty Old Man".