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the alley off Cross-roads

every friday night

holds my memories

the way i left them

the dive, my time to buy the round

the ladies, like wall flowers

search for their knight in shining armor

their prince charming ran off

with the girl in room B13

they drink to feel wanted

and the boys from their night shift

come stumbling in

after many bouts

with their 7-up and gin

smokey as a 30's picture show

i sat there in a booth made for four

with the change on the table

waiting for the waitress

to see the drinks are on me tonight

my conversations start and end

with a grin

only holding onto a new found friend

by promises of another drink

where am i gonna go

after the lights shut down

the bar tender yells out the last call

one more spring at alcohol

the band plays their last song

a blues number

i know all to well

although i've never heard that one before

so i set out for the door

the ladies give their frown

and the boys walk with their heads down

out of the alley

where i left my name to so many faces

this is my cross road stop





2 am in that musky room

listening to Tom Waits grumble

on my radio

put on my coat and grab my cigarettes

take another drink before goin to the alley again

a names on my hand

blured with sweating out the whiskey

its time to refill my glass

i see em' all standin' outside

the kids asking for a favor

and the hookers wantin' their fair shot

i throw my arm

around an old friends shoulder

and we stroll on in

its been so long since i first walked in

the greys coming as the hair line falls back

i turn from the bar

and look at the table

i first picked out

with that lovely dish i brought in

so many years ago

lost her and a good friend

with a promise i forgot

down at the Alley Cross roads