Black Cat Cantina

Ol' Jim Buoy n' Jack Hammer
down to counting brass tacks
stuffing coat pockets with war buttons
scraping coins from chew'n gum sidewalks
Thirsty-dry and desperate
head'n to Two Bucks
cash in the brass tacks, war medals and
chew'n gum coins
trade 'em for beer
where all the boys drink on Tuesday
Two bucks a bucket
where the buckets are no larger than a pint
The barkeep bleeds the lines into
hand sized buckets
Two buck Tuesdays
the boys have been there every Tuesday
for a decade
Where the buckets are hardly larger than a pint.