There’s a reason bars…good bars… are dark.
They are a place where you go to forget.
A tumbler of rye in front of you….
Pack of Lucky’s.
No clock inside.
No light from outside.
Charlie behind the bar.
You leave it all behind.
Then the door opens and the room explodes with sunlight.
Places like that don’t need a dame like this.
You know what she’s all about before she even sits.
Powderkeg waiting to blow.
Got a quick fuse…
But a slow burn….
Next thing you know,
You have her named tattooed on the inside of your heart.
And more trouble than when the day started.
Gimme another round,Charlie.
Gonna need it.
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