228 or Ballad

It was the same song.
“It makes me so happy.”
“I think about my kids.”
I never thought it was a happy song,
I decided to stay anyway.
Met a man older than me at the bar.
He was by himself, told me
he came for the music.
I said I couldn’t stay
in one place for too long.
It was a nice walk.
I said I saw him every night.
“My name is Eugene, nice to meet you.”
We drank the same thing, me and him.
We stayed until the band left and the bar closed.
And I got it when he said,
“I come here to meet my son, but sometimes the
music is good enough.”
I said it was a happy song.