Men with No Friends - David Munyon

They're the men

Who sweat when they gamble

While the coffee

An' smoke stain their soul

Keeping nike's just inside

Dirty waistcoats

Keeping love

In a rusty old hole

Broken dream

Deafly backing a looser

Never thinking

Why looser don't win

They're the heroes

Who went so unnoticed

That the efforts went out

With the wind

Near the road

That flows to Atlanta

On the bench

Where memories all end

To the trails

Back and forth

From the Bowery

March the hearts

And the men with no friends

Wearing scars

Like medals from a battle

Fading tattoos

Smeared on old skin

Lucky strikes is all

Luck have left them

Photographs of young wives

Left for gin

They don't cry

But their face is always cryin'

Ah the nights

Get warm around dawn

That's their battle cry

In the distance

Some say

That they're just praise in god

Near the road

That flows to Atlanta

On the bench

Where memories all end

To the trails

Back and forth

From the Bowery

March the hearts

And the men with no friends