Jeff's Corner

There's a stool that waits in the corner of the corner bar

six nights a week

Til six pm that's when Crazy Jeff comes in

Between drinks and under his breath you can hear him speak

There's one at every bar there's a bar at every corner

There's a corner at the end of every street

Don't get to close or Crazy Jeff will corner you

He tries to tell his whole life story to everyone he meets

All he wants is somebody anybody

Friends Romans countrymen lend him an ear

But seldom can he get their attention

So he bends his head and mutters softly to his beer

He says, "Hey let me tell you something,

I got to tell this I'll tell this much for free

Hey I'll you right now I'll tell you I'll tell you, hey

How bout them Bills?"

And he hardly even thinks about her twenty times a day

or maybe thirty at the most

but still that's half of what it was eight years ago

that's when she left and took the kids he almost didn't notice

he had his job he had to work he had to feed his family

There's a thought that hides in the corner of the corner

of Crazy Jeff's mind

As the memories linger as memories do

He sits and drinks and hopes

For an early grave