Darkness crept up to the window; th...

Darkness crept up to the window; the bartender didn't budge--
jiggling the jammed lock-up
To the left lads who were itching to fight, if it were not that got over it.
To the right, the kitchen after big-time frying.
The solely nice girl doesn't feel like it.
Her not-so-nice girlfriends in bright-colored t-shirts
aren't up for it this time either, because they're feeling sick.
The longer we anticipate at each other, the better we understand what
it's like.
We'll stop through here again tomorrow, to have a drink and play