tip jar

ballard, frankie

me and the boys

we played every frat house and dive

we rocked the razorbacks

the vols and the crimson tide

we were down in destin when she walked up to the stage

dropped a note in the tip jar

blew a kiss and walked away

i counted two hundred dollars

one request for the grateful dead

a couple bottle caps

a business card

and a perfume note that said: i love hurricanes and long-necks