In the meantime- You step inside- Coming in from the rain- the music- Settles you down- You grab a stool from the bar- Whiskey on the rocks- On the stage, seeing through the thick hovering smoke- The guitar player slides into muddy water chords- Ready here it comes- The snake charmer wooing the harems- And the men closing their eyes- Thinking of the women- They lost to another man- A semblance gathered- In reverence to the holy chords- Found as a substitute to all religions- As the whiskey's warmth makes me a believer-Birth sign: Libra
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