Sat on a red light,
watching my life going by;
so I made a stop in a small pub,
the only life glow in a dark alley,
“bourbon, no water, no ice”,
I asked, for the girl to reply,
“in the end we all die.”
I felt swiftly old.

I shouldn’t drink but
I cannot stop the thirst,
“fill it again honey”, I said,
“bourbon, no water, no ice”.
“Any favourites?” she asks,
“the one that slays faster,” I said.
I am old.