Running Up A Tab

Who counts how many drinks when you refill the same glass?
And gravity is to blame once the bar top suddenly
is all the higher than your chin can possible rise,
if resting it there keeps the dizzying sense under control
then I can’t forget those times of lost hours on the bar floor.

After all, it is a nice rest among those cigarette butts
plus the smoke is thick enough you can’t notice the smell of booze,
just ordering on that tab saves noticing each new drink,
which won’t matter since my brain is soaked and numb
with the credit card receipt the only way I remember what I drank.