48 Dust Of An Old Friend

Saw an old friend last night he came to one of my clubs like a tree slowly falling he got drunker and drunker I watched from the security room I saw him weave in and out of crowds with one, two sometimes 3 drinks in his hands sometimes a girl on his arm

we grew up together all the way to college he became a cop I became what I am now

I’m still watching him a faint interest in the dust of my past.