The Saturn Bar

THE SATURN BAR

by Gabriel Magno - January 9, 2015

My eyes are watching you, your eyes are watching me-

But all the thoughts you’ve gathered, could never ever see

The memories lying, dying, here inside of me

It was a cold hard wind that blew, through the frozen fields of corn

Where I would run and hide alone, from children's evil scorn

And the vision of it all, is like a bad dream ripped and torn

But not yet dead, in my sharp and crystal mind

But that was many years ago, a sad and painful place in time

Tonight I’m here with Sarah, at the musty Saturn Bar

Her hand caressing slowly, across my shiny new guitar

Her tired eyes were closing, while I sang my favorite song

But not because of pleasure, but of her several drinks so strong

The expression that she wore, said she wants to hear no more

For her the music died, as my guitar so gently cried

I want no kiss goodbye, the passion in me died

I walked her to the door, while she stubbled ‘cross the floor

And in time she left my sight, on this cold and windy night

Now I play my sweet guitar, at the musty Saturn Bar