Sober Saturday

Eight a.m., wife at the farmer's market Two-year chip in my pocket like a target Bottle in the cabinet from the New Year's party Untouched, but it's loud, and the day's still early Coffee. Run the dog. Watch the kids on the porch. Read a chapter, light a smoke, make the smallest church Out of every hour, every breath, every tooth I clench Sobriety ain't a choice, brother — it's a sentence

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The bottle don't wait, the bottle don't quit Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. But I don't either — I don't either — I DON'T

Sober Saturday, Sober Saturday One more hour, one more day Sober Saturday, Sober Saturday Two years standing, won't run away SOBER SATURDAY

Noon now. Buddy texts: come grab a beer I write back: I'm out, brother, see you next year He don't get it, nobody gets it but the men in the rooms Where we sit in plastic chairs and we tell the truth About the wreckage we are, about the wives we're losing About the daughters who don't know us 'cause of what we're choosing But choosing is the word, choosing is the win Every hour I don't drink is another hour I begin

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The bottle don't wait, the bottle don't quit Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. But I don't either — I don't either — I DON'T

Sober Saturday, Sober Saturday One more hour, one more day Sober Saturday, Sober Saturday Two years standing, won't run away SOBER SATURDAY

Six p.m., sun goes red across the yard Wife comes home, asks me how the day was I say: it was a war, baby But I won (BAND SLAM-IN)

Sober Saturday, Sober Saturday One more hour, one more day Sober Saturday, Sober Saturday Two years standing, won't run away SOBER SATURDAY SOBER SATURDAY

Sober Saturday... (silence)

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