Like An Old Shoe

By Joe Gardner

I like
raunchy honkytonk bars
that are run down and beat up
just like an old shoe
I like
the slow burn of bourbon
and sad lonely jukebox music
mixing with the desperate hearts
I like
the quiet glimmer of hope
that flashes in her eyes
as they call out last call for alcohol
I like
how she always whispers
I got a bottle and a 12pack
back at my apartment
I like
how it always works out like this
how it always seems to fit right
just like an old shoe

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