Lyrics

Bar in Friendship Heights
Mics left on the mezzanine
Unfinished basement mural scenes
near boxes full of shirts that never sold

Tchotchkes on the wall
Jerseys, photos, hockey sticks
Plumbing that was never fixed
flowing past the sticky, dusty bar

Now that chapter’s closed
No more restaurant studio
Now Nigel calls in on the telephone
while Tony does his show from home
I miss the chatter of the breakfast crowd
I wish we could be there now

A parody of Don McLean, “Vincent”