drinks at the ritz

The rub of the green
And then off to flip heads
to meet a bookmakers friend
that feeling of dread
for those moments’ of regret
those lightbulb moment’s that flicker on and off.

A drink at the ritz
conversations about blame this place is not the same since the blitz.

The neigh banging on the stall
A roll of the dice the lice in the  

flea circus flaunting audience 

Then laying on the floor
The round room music Turned square 
And drown it all out with 
Alarm clocks that know a day is about to start again.