Time is a Ghost Town

[couchgrouch]

Time is a Ghost TownTom tips up that bourbon, and the tavern stars to blursoon he walks darkened sidewalks, of deserted days that werehe hears his dad each night, mistreat his helpless momthough dead leaves mark his gravesite, he isn't really gonehis dad will always find himcos years that are long behind himare things Tom will never get pastgrabs that bottle and he pourssees people not living anymorecos when you look through that glasstime is a ghost townwhere today has been closed downlong dead hours and minutesmake up the city limitsit's filled with what once wasbut you can't touch it becausetime is a ghost townSam's mind begins to wander, after his seventh shothe sees the lying woman, his future long forgother scent and her silence, said she'd been with someone elseby hoping she wasn't cheating, Sam just cheated himselfnow whiskey walks him backwardswhere tumbleweeds and blackbirdshaunt the alleys of his pasthe mumbles to a memorythe old barkeep can't hear or seecos when you peer through that glasstime is a ghost townwhere today has been closed downlong dead hours and minutesmake up the city limitsit's filled with what once wasbut you can't touch it becausetime is a ghost townoutside that bar it starts to rainsomeone peers through the windowpanefor a place to wait till the storm has pasthe sees lives that look abandonedthe lost faces of lonely phantomscos when you look through that glasstime is a ghost townwhere today has been closed downlong dead hours and minutesmake up the city limitsit's filled with what once wasbut you can't touch it becausetime is a ghost town(c)2006 Robert George