Piano Man Rehash

Glossed oak, green walls on a Friday night

A couple of men playing darts

One woman is seated just feet from them

She feels her world falling apart

She says “Guys, did you see on the news today,”

She’s wearing her mom’s old black dress

She says something of pain or general disdain

But the men have their pints to address

Now Mack is up front with a bullseye

He inscribes his new win with chalk

And he’s gentle and kind with a damn dirty mind

But he isn’t in the mood to talk

He says, “Mona, I get this is hard for you,

You read headlines and think of yourself

But I have no time for the state of the world

Barely paid, stocking shit on store shelves”

Now Noah’s enraptured in finance

But intrigued by the girl in black’s mind

And he’s into her poems, but doesn’t live like he knows them

And that’s how he will be for life

And the bartender’s serving stale olives

Each nobody sips from their glass

And they dream of future possibilities

While fully entrenched in their pasts

It’s the four of them, beers and the Irish pub

The bartender gives Mona a glance

‘Cause he knows that those three, to a heightened degree

See life from a much different stance

And the country, it breaks into blue and red

And the pub plays old rock just the same

And they stand with their darts, say things that sound smart

And continue to all play the game.