Rewrite again of my drunk at the bar...
"A Time for Wine and Roses" And so, the old town clock, he's winding down. It's time to leave the party; say 'goodbye'. He is a fool and knows he's but a clown. His fantasies go deep and so he sighs. He thinks he's Bogie, playing roles in life. He's lonely; haunts the bars for his Bacall. She's... Sign in to see full entry.