A Step to Go

The place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools
still standing
Concussion heads ache from a blissful evening of confusion, muttered speech
from too much drinking
The cars are idling near out of gas and lifeless like the people standing
Persuaded by the temptress cut up and cunning
The brute keeps going nobody caring for the chaos
He’s arousing always a step to go, a step to go a step to go too far
Seems like the only steps taken are in the wrong direction
But we keep stepping on each other breaking each rung on the ladder
Always a step to go a step to go a step to go much further
Persistent rhythms clutter disperse then come together to discuss the times
They hung up on the clothesline in bad weather
The television whines and tells us different sides of things that we don’t care
about
Taking up our time the road ends short with malice
No road maps to direct us so we come up one step short of satisfaction
Always a step to go, a step to go