Bottled Sunsets

Two tabs still open by a sink full of someone else's dishes

Stack of heavy porcelain

under cold water drip

I'm hunting down a key that's gone missing

While the radiator hums

through the quiet shift So I head down the block

to the neon-free neon glow And the bartender nods,

she already knows

She pulls the draft tap before I can speak

And cranks up the radio

past polite this week

That's my cheap-date devotion

playing loud on the wire

Just a six-dollar habit

sitting next to a fire

We don't need the silver,

we don't need the gold

Just a song in a bar

when the night gets cold

She turns it up,

lets the static run clear

To wash away the noise

of another hard year

There's a scratch on the counter

where the glasses sit tight

But this cheap-date devotion

is shining tonight

Just a song in the bar (mmm)

Where the glasses sit tight