Bottle of Blue

“Bottle of Blue”

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

Add ice and stir, a drink sweet and bitter.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

A dead man sings, of lost love’s sting.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

Drowned with this drink, all hopes sink.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

As the bottom nears, falls joy, only fears.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

The wheel turns, drink and grief burns.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

I did not know, that was the last go!

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

Alone here in the dark, a canyon wasteland stark.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

Cold without flame, a life went before it came.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

So, here I wait, struggling with my usual fate.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, fill my cup again.

Tears in my eyes, loud and silent I cry.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you.

Green tea and gin, my cup filled again.

Bottle of blue, I sit with you…

-- J.R.H.

(Bluecoat or Bombay for me, with a quality green tea and clean ice, stir with a silver plated brass spoon in a tin, copper, or ceramic cup.)