and one more for the road


It’s quarter to three,
There’s no one in the place ’cept you and me
So set ’em’ up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know

To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Put another nickel in that there machine
I’m feeling so bad
Won’t you make the music easy and sad

But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

But buddy I’m a kind of poet
And I’ve got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me
Till it’s all, all talked away

And joe I know you’re gettin’ anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
My bending your ear

It’s gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

(this post is for amy!)
Labels: frank sinatra, paul scheurich, poetry, smokes
2 Comments:
These are captivating. Wonderful designs.
Shame that they were for the promotion of coffin sticks .
thank you dominic. yeah--i know. that's the side of them that's creepy. but i love some of the artwork.
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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