Five minutes with you

Hanging about in a dirty shop doorway
In a long black heavy overcoat
Watching the rain that is pouring down
While fumbling for yet another smoke
What am I planning on doing tonight
Well that's a question I would like asked
Coming here every night, just because
This was the place where we kissed last

Staring into space like I usually do
And see the street lights glowing red
Rain dripping onto my tab from my cap
I wonder should I do something else instead
See the reflections of passing white lights
In the puddles as cars pass me by
I've stood here for a good while waiting for you
And my hip flask is the only thing running dry

Shoulders hunched up and flat cap pulled down
I'm sure I can see you over there in the bar
My hip flask assisted, my feelings are numbing
As my rain soaked frame gets splashed by a car
I must have been here hours, but I'm not counting
I just want to grab five minutes with you (or just grab you)
Finally you leave the bar, you are all alone
I call your name and motion you come over too

You nervously come over and then realise it's me
You ask what do I want from you this time
I press my lips so tenderly against yours
As the rain runs between them I taste diluted wine
You too have been drinking, I have been thinking
I really must not carry on like this any more
You start to pull away, but then changing your mind
Pull me in so tight in the privacy of the shop door