Drinking Eyes
Jack sat at home and ate alone
He read a newspaper and turned on the evening news,
His thin fingers pulled the tab of a warm beer
The foam floated his mouth and ran down his chin
--Like a Lou Reed song
Jack he was once a banker
He  loved a clerk named Jane
Now his working days are over
The clerk checked out years ago
The newscaster said the dance hall burned down,
where Jack and Jane swung all night
The banker took another taste of beer,
But the news said warm beer is bad for a human heart
As always Jack wore a white shirt
--He loosened it and  sang Sweet Jane