They Don’t Know Me

 

Polite Man smiles, a head nod

I am familiar, but a stranger still

We all look alike, cash, credit, debit

Dig for change in the car for the secret

 

Old Guy last night, didn’t know me

But he knows the other me

No eye contact, that time

Ugly bloodshot, always

 

Cigar Guy, two days ago

Four miles out of my way

Prices are much higher

The lies are worth the money

 

Pretty Lady, her turn, four days ago

To not know me, to know the other

Nice, like the others

The others I fool

 

Retired Cop, five days back

Two pints, one for a friend

He believes me, every time

Maybe that was four days ago

 

She laughed at something, five sunsets ago

That other place, two sleeves of minis

For a party, I say walking out

She laughed again, fake

 

I fool Them, all

Everything is fine

Drive by the clubhouse

I used to go, but now I’m fine

 

So now I can go back to Polite Man

It’s been seven days, I think

Just one bottle each week

That’s all they ever see

I’m ok, it’s all fine, if

They don’t know me