Bar Trek, the final frontier

[saw]

The bourgeois blues was playin' again
down at the corner bar the other night
same old saloons that the forefathers
commiserated in, same old stalwarts
that facilitated the rumbling bellies
of discontent with the steady flow
of fermented conversation that has no
beginning date to mark its birth

yea it was playin' hard and funky alright
like a former passive aggressive out of
the closet, even the satellite charged
futuristic digital juke box couldn't wash away
the history, couldn't compete with
the razor-cross-the-unlathered-face
of unemployment, the busted ribs
of foreclosure that never entered their trusty minds,

and then some yoyo, like me, yells 'cross the room,
Hey Man, fughettaboutit ! Fughettabout all that
shit brother, let me buy you a cold one,
ain't nuthin't we can do about it tonight
right brother, right ?.....c'mon friend
fughettaboutit !.......can't do nuthin' tonight
can we brother, not a damn thing, so drink up
friend, right ? right?...that's it, ha ha ha.....bartender!

[constantine]

i used to drive a fughetta. happy holiday, me brother!

[saw]

whoa dino, watch out... those things have lousy brakes.......in the meantime, and in between time, speeding through the streets terrorizing the pedestrian population...

we have the local saloon.....may they never run dry....