The Santa Monica Bartender From New York

I remember when we met in that Santa Monica bar,

I had stopped in to use the bathroom,

Saw the drink specials,

And decided to stay for a bit.



The beach isn't going anywhere, right?



Well, it is, but that's not what I meant.



"Can I help you?" You asked from the bar.



"Uh, do you work here?"



You were blazed by the sun,

And blazed by whatever you had been smoking,

And drinking