Let the Good Times Roll by resident poet Tim Wells

Let the Good Times Roll

When Suzie gets back from drying out

I’ll let her pour the coffee,

keep shtum or talk,

whichever way the milk spills.

Her face won’t be too much of a mess,

her clothes will be clean,

her head will be clear.

There’ll be a party

and some fool will drag out

all those old punk rock records,

all those ones she loves so much.

There’ll be beer,

there’ll be juice.

Time will be tight,

tongues will be loose.

There’ll be a party,

we’ll all be delighted.

When Suzie gets back from drying out

Suzie won’t be invited.

Tim Wells