Bartender, just one more (Leonard Cohen love song for the road)

You whisper to me,
so the bartender can’t hear,
“I can feel
the bare bones of love
rattling through the ancient catacombs
of my soul”,
but you know,
as well as I do,
that holding out,
with all your might,
for a teenage feelin
you’ve no right to believe in,
will only drain
the colour from your face
faster than you suck at that glass.

You sigh, and look to the floor,
jam your hand
in your pocket
and cry to the bartender:
“One more!
just one more for the road,
and keep the change,
or least change
the jukebox
to a Leonard Cohen love song”.