Just a Night at the Bar

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As inspired by Jim Croce’s classic song about the town bad ass getting his butt handed to him at a bar due to messing with the wrong girl. The story is different in why it happened, but the sentiment is there.

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Perhaps more

Probably less

Likely no

Maybe yes

Buy her drink?

Let me think

Empty stool

No boyfriend fool

Drinking shots

Slow, but lots

Doodling in water

Finger darts, cannon fodder

Likes country, oldies, pop

Spilled drink, needs mop

Curvy hips

Loose lips

Sunk ships?

Glances around

Every little sound

Paranoia? Fear?

Trickling single tear

Nice hair

Face fair

On her cheekbone

In her sad zone

Mascara there running down

Sad faced lovely clown

Some bruising there for sure

Maybe a bloody steak bruise cure

Victim I’d guess

Probably yes …

Possibly no …

Help her though?

Does she want it?

Might need it

Expecting him to enter

Tell from the whimper

That must be her bad boy

Crap! It’s Leroy

Is her name perchance Doris?

Bad day, I’d take on Chuck Norris

So much for Jim Croce

Need to stomp another roachy

Her eyes go wide

Body hunched protectively aside

Knees taut

Hard fought

Guess she left his bullying ass

Leroy is known to be crass

There he goes walking up

She’s a cringing wounded pup

Leroy yells

Girl tells

Takes breath deep

Reddened eyes no longer weep

“No. I’ll stay just the same”

“Never take your last name”

“Go away Leroy ”

“I’m not your punching toy”

Brave lass, give her props

Let’s hope a’hole drops

Grips her glass in a fist

Wants his forehead to be kissed

Grabs her arm

Intending harm

“Excuse me Leroy”

“She’s not your punching toy”

“I heard the no, you did too”

“It’s not feeding time at the zoo”

Leroy turns, looks me over

He’s a scrapper, not a lover

“Mind your own,” turns back

Common sense Leroy does lack

When Leroy hit the sidewalk

Made nice art, crimson chalk

Walked her to her brother’s place

Relief plain on her face

She left a number and name

She seems to be a good dame

I love damsel in distress

Imperiled Pauline in roped dress

On the tracks yelling help

If answered, won’t review on Yelp

My gut always makes me step in

Protective instinct not sin

Back to my drink, watered down

Leroy’s gone, the stupid clown

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Below is a link to Jim Croce’s song Bad, Bad Leroy Brown:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7j2ZNsvJQoY&pp=ygUubGVyb3kgYnJvd24gYmFkZGVzdCBtYW4gaW4gdGhlIHdob2xlIGRhbW4gdG93bg%3D%3D