King of the Mugs

King Of The Mugs

As I walked home last evening
From Arlington to here
I had a head full of fond memories
And a belly full of racetrack beer

The moon was white as porcelain
The sky was black as fear
And the words you spoke this morning
Were still ringing in my ear

“This chapter is over
Like a walk down Easy Street
This chapter is over
It was short but it was sweet”

Farewell you dog star
You’re leaving on that New York train
I’d buy you a candy bar
But I haven’t a cent to my name
Don’t send me the blow-by-blow
By postcard or messenger bird
The details I don’t need to know
Too gory to put into words
Suffice to say that you’re gone
And you’re not coming back without scars
From the battle of Babble-On
In the bloody Show Business Wars

So button your sweater and try not to freeze
There’s a chill down Broadway I hear
And if you return we’ll go to J.B.’s
And get us a shot and a beer
And get us a shot and a beer

Farewell you King of the Mugs
You’re leaving on that New York train
I’d give you a bear hug
If I had any sense in my brain

But this chapter is over
Like a walk down Easy Street
This chapter is over
It was short but it was sweet