Tell me, tell me, tell me do
Tell me magic mirror and say,
Did all my unemployed friends and colleagues have any luck today?
I see Lan and Alina, oh and there’s Dominick and Patrick, and David and Tikva. I see Tom waving and there’s Molly, Scott and Yvette!
I’m sitting here at Rico’s new digs. Actually, it’s the same digs that Joe used to own. There’s a long sleek bar of polished wood. Rico keeps it in good shape with plenty of lemon oil when the bar’s not busy.
I’d like to sit here in a dark corner, nursing my Jamiesons, and talk to my friends, the ones I don’t see anymore. We used to occasionally go out to happy hour and shoot the breeze and kamikazes, talk about the stupid management decisions we have to live with. People aren’t really up to partying right now. But we can all relax here in this bar and take a load off.
We’re in for two more hard years. We’ll figure it out. But right now, I’d like some peanuts with my drink. I just want to sit here and listen to the music.
Another refill Rico. Put it on my tab.
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