Liquid Trust

I walked in slow tonight with my head hung low. Just a man

with nowhere to go. The same old bar, same old stool.

The lights are dim but they don't have by the scars, the bartender nods,

he knows who I am. No words exchange, just a glass filled up

with another round of liquid trust. It burns going down, but it settles

my mind. Nerve turn steady, hands don't shake, makes me braver than I've ever

been inside. It's courage and a glass, faith and a pole.

Gives me the strength. I've been looking in fall. Makes me believe