Tom Baideme
August 2010
Inside the Cantina for more aqua and warmth
Cause there seems to be a chill outdoors
Here inside they got no news
No crossword puzzle of Sodu
But maybe someone will spend the buck
And play a song for me to hear
Instead of straining my ears
From somewhere way across the street
Chad, my oldest son, is here
Having a couple drinks with friends
And others visiting from afar
That’s who makes up this handful of souls
Some in the midst of some oration
As others watch the TV screen
For a chance to gather the latest score
Or some to check weather outdoors
Pretty slow for a Saturday night
Dog days of summer wane away
Not the busy holiday or fairs or roast
Not enough to fill the stools leaving only empty seats
So that’s the way it goes tonight
Nobody here with entourage
Remembering the days of old
When any weekend would have a crowd
