Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Portuguese Jim's

Here, let me paint the scene as I see it
Without ever having seen it
But first let me drink this gin and tonic
Half-glass, but still bubbling
With a twist and hovering lime
And I will hover, too
So I can describe what it’s like
When he meets you…

There is no wind outside
Yet there is that whoosh of air
When the door opens
And for that split second
As it is about to close
The last molecules rush together
The race to get in to see
The race to seal in eternity

So here we are

Here is your chocolate red velvety décor
Here is combed over shag carpeted floor
Here is your heart beating at the front door
Watching for her, watching for you
At Portuguese Jim’s…

Listen
Because
You will want to hear
Everything

Diana sings, “Someday we’ll be together,”
And he grins surreptitiously for her
As she walks in with her friends
And so the game begins…

See the lousy average art up on the wall
See the discount lipstick on this doll
Three hours later see the bartender’s last call
This one is going the distance

He makes his move during “Come Together”
He measures Time, there is none better
You won’t catch him dead talking weather
Because he knows where tonight will take him…

This is Nightlife at Portuguese Jim’s

Moving with swagger, tonight he is young
The confidence is ice, the fun has begun
Eyes that send chills even through the rum
All in a night at Portuguese Jim’s

Sing it Sly, these are everyday people
Just wanting a piece of the indescribable
Just wanting a piece of God
All those nights, all those nights
That are now frozen into this Warhol masterpiece
Those flashback nights when you didn’t know if
You would survive
You didn’t know if
You would stay alive
You didn’t know your Maker then
But you think you caught Him smiling at you
Sitting on a rusted barstool in desperate need of repair
There He sat
Smiling at the two of you
As you walked out the door
And He stirred his drink some more
Suddenly He was at the jukebox
And it was already morning
And the last thing you heard was…
“Let the Sunshine In”
Playing in this painting called Portuguese Jim’s

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