I called; she hung up again

Another drink and another dime

I call a friend of hers this time

She doesn’t know what I’ve done

Well, I never worried much

about tomorrow

But today I can’t drink away

my sorrow

I didn’t mean to hurt no one

But something’s come undone

Tomorrow comes and I wake

early in the day

I take

a walk

wait for opening time

Another drink and another dime

I call a friend of mine this time

He laughs and says

that sounds like me

He can’t set me free

but he’ll come have a drink

or two with me

Author’s note: To add some perspective, this was written so long ago shots were 90 cents and pay phones (look it up if you have to) cost a dime to make a call