The Music Stays The Same

I come here often, the people always change though the music stays the same

It stays crowed, I feel like I asked for my margarita a hour ago.

Where's Debbie, the actual real blond waitress that usually serves me?

She's a single mother after all, boyfriend walked out on them.

Yes, I remember her telling me that, how long has it been?

It's doesn't matter, she's a fighter.

I can tell it every time I look into her blue eyes with the tiny specks of yellow.

I wonder if she sees the same in me.

As I step away from my thoughts, my margarita is placed on top the red napkin in front of me.

I look up to a unfamiliar face, but I pay for my drink and she doesn't say a word as she walks away.

She was definitely a red head, but her eyes I did not see.

The people always change, but the music stays the same.

The red napkin now has a dark ring from the water rolling off my glass.

It probably was a bad time to order a frozen margarita.

Then the thought crossed my mind, maybe I should find a new place.

Where they change the music and the same people come back.