Drinking Partners

I was in a bar one night,
In a sodden town,
Which might as well have been Dublin,
(It usually is in these stories)
When I met something,
Which could have been my reflection,
In the bottom of my empty glass,
For all I know.
But it told me:
"You're going to have to sell yourself,
Before you sell any autographs."
And something else along the lines of:
"You don't have to wait for it to break,
Before you fix it."
But I didn't like that statement as much.

I walked home that pathetic night,
And caught a sight of my stout old barman,
Who had served me earlier that evening,
Getting the blood beaten out of him,
By a man with an iron bar.
He was always saying,
As he handed me another drink,
"Have yourself a good night,"
And that night I did just that.