Better Days at Blue Bird Liquor

I.

A Better Day at Bluebird Liquor

where every morning

we congregate

outside the Bluebird liquor,

waiting for the man

behind the business gate

To open it up and let us in.

II.

I got a few dollars to waste.

Not much, but will do.

Maybe I'll get a scratch ticket and get

some millions

like all those working fools

who come here hoping to

find a better day for a dollar

and some luck.

III.

Man, I want those days too.

But, damn I need that golden brew.

And those dollars dictate

what I'll do.

I'll buy the fo'ty for my boys

And we'll be outside passing it back and forth

whooping, hollering, telling tales,

how we're gonna make it big

one day.

And rule the world.

IV.

Morning will turn to noon.

Noon to afternoon.

Then slowly,

one by one,

we'll go looking

for our better day.

(If we remember

after nursing the buzz).

V.

I'll check with them tomorrow.

And the day after.

See if someone got a job.

And if there's room for us all.

That's the plan, you see.

One day we will find a better day.

For now,

I'll just wait;

The five of us will wait.

Outside Bluebird Liquor

waiting for those days

to finally find us,

and give us a dream

to live by.