Fairy Tale

Friday night at reflections of the past today

Tommy in the pool room running the table

Catherine sipping straight Vodka muttering yesterday

I was writing a song about a childhood fable

The peasant girl rode the pumpkin up to the Christmas ball

The prince was reviewing his dance card on the net

The sisters of suspicion gossiped down the hall

While the widows whispered stories of regret

Catherine asked the bartender to change a bill

I couldn't quite see her from my chair at the end of the bar

Tommy paused sank the eight and polished his cue