Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs...

He wheeled into the lounge just after six, his normal time, and gave the bartender a nod as he rolled towards his spot next to the jukebox.  If it were a typical Saturday night he’d have the jukebox and the lounge to himself for the next two hours when his friends and the rest of the usual crowds would show and bring more life to the room.  As he settled, he looked towards the barkeep who was still busy preparing for the evening to come and ordered what he always ordered, a pitcher of Budweiser, the chilled glass, kept in the cooler special for him and a roll of quarters to play his song, a song he would play over and over and over again.