The Kings of Leon could still use somebody, Caleb sings in his Kurt Cobain voice
& the Kurdish Freedom Fighter comes on too strong to Lynne, wanting to whisk her away with his Hindu Kush eyes
& the woman with the Mastiff shoulders walks past in her low cut dress
& sniggering sneer
& Des starts knock knock knocking on Heaven’s Door again because he knows we’re all here and I tell him to get back in his box coz you’re in the undiscovered country from whose bourne .. well, you know the rest
while Ruth limps off to the Ladies and Ted calls after her, that’s the best part of you gone,
and Sirocco knocks over his second glass of red on the white table cloth and Jarrod frowns and Gerry rushes over
and Max is cuddling Peter in the corner and the mulberry mutt mourns for its owner outside the window
& I’m talking much too loud but I’m in my cups And I tell the funny story about the pony walking into a bar again and I won’t be put down like a mad dog
& an officer from the penitentiary phones and says, no, Ades cannot be let out because it’s a Friday night
& we’re going round and round like skid marks on tarmac
& it’s just another Friday night in Paradise
John Malone 