I knew a man,
when I first met him,
he scowled at me
because I hadn’t earned his time
his persona behind the bar
demanded a respect I wanted to gain.
I brought him records
I’d just picked up at the Inner Sleeve.
Tradition at the pub,
was to spin a new vinyl if the bartender
that would be, the man,
felt like taking the time.
I usually came in and got a beer,
and held onto my vinyl
never pushing it on him,
just waiting for him to notice.
He passed on a Nash solo, said no to ELO,
and then I brought in ‘After the Gold Rush’ …
I knew a man with a sardonic smile
he served me many a beer
at our favorite local mecca
The Scott Street Steak & Pub
he held court with a lot of faces
played a lot of discs on the table.
I felt connected the day he put
Neil on the wheel – smiled, and said
I think as time went by,
I would visit Inner Sleeve,
just to bring a disc to Todd,
the man behind the bar,
the man I grew to know,
wise with a friendly smile,
one that would draw me to a fond
comfortable place in Wausau.
There’s a town I left behind,
I’ll miss the man I knew,
the man that played Mark Knopfler
one sunny afternoon,
and then looked at the kid at the bar,
and sneered with a beautiful smile,