love in a snug

i used to be younger

but somehow felt older than i am now

at the back end of town

at the unholiest hour

you may find love in a snug

but if you're not in-the-know

sure

you wouldn't even know it was there

with my face stung with drink

i am longing for my rest

tuesday morning is dawning

i'm still stood in my sunday best

can you hear the clicking of bootheels on barstools?

and see the bald

chalkless tips of the pool cues?

and the three-bar heater that is gasping for air

i'm remembering the day that you found me

comparing field notes with all the other bowsies

but on the third day

i'm going to wise up again

there's a man whispering something profound

ah

but it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned

by the great slagging match

that is reaching its final round

husband turning to wife

ah