A squat greek sips his ouzo

fingering his gold neck chain

robust corn-fed american beauties

lick the salty rim of margaritas

in the corner lies a comatose musician



dreaming on the job again



you can't buy love

but you can buy friends



upon her breast  a shiny crucifix

holier than me i guess

sheds friends like a snake sheds skin

her laughter sounds so venomous

in his corner lies the once proud musician

thinking on the job again