Last One to Leave

he lingers at the counter

closing time has played

the stars have been dancing for awhile

he pays his tab

with the tip of his hat

and always says good night with a smile

Same barstool, different night,

same drink under neon lights

he never says anything

sometimes he seems sad

sometimes I catch a laugh

and sometimes he’s spinning a ring

he’s the first one here, only orders one drink

and he’s always the last one to leave