Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
Drunk Man's Poem
The drunk man is having a party
And the light is on in his house
The guests are unknown to him
Picked up in a nightclub
It's already getting light
And the sun is shining
On her unknown face
The last glass
Of this night
A drunken poem
A last joke
A last laugh
About a drunk who sings
The drunk sits on the couch
And she reads his hand
You're in love that can you
see she says and she laughs
But not at me
But at someone
Waiting for you far away
One last glass
Drink this night
A drunken poem
Come give me a hand
Wish good night
Greetings to a drunk who sings
But not to me
But to someone
Which is waiting for you far away
Raise the last glass
Of this night
A drunken poem
The last glass
Of this night
A drunken poem
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