21 June 2012
If you stray to the downtown bars, There are gentlemen smoking stale cigars, They strum away at broke guitars, Their faces streaked with faded scars,
Their crumpled suits and scuffed old shoes, Nodding their heads in beat with the blues, In the smoky bars, they down the booze, And whistle at barmaids in a desperate persue
Sleaze • Opuss № I