Lonely Man

A man walks in and sits down at the bar He settles at the end by himself The line on his drawn and haggard face tell a tale Of a time he's lost and cannot find again His eyes don't see, his ears don't seem to hear And he stares into the depths of his drink Heedless of the world around, the only thing that's real Is the bottom of his glass and what it holds No one else seems to see him there Sitting on his stool, his head bent Lost within himself, a lonely boat out on a sea Too vast to even know he's there No one knows the lonely man No one heeds him at all No one grieves the lonely man No one needs him at all It's late and he decides it's time to go He calls for one more drink before he leaves And as she pours, the barkeep says to him, "Good night, and safe home." He pauses and stares into the gin As this woman shares a moment with him Then he simple walks away and grins