Mike Preiser's Blues

Lyrics

[Verse]
Mike sips his brew in the heart of town
Craft beer flows
Never drowns the frown
Dreams of green and white swirling 'round
Jets
Oh Jets
Keep letting him down

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn bars
Where he spends his nights
Pints and promises in dim-lit lights
Big Apple sunsets
The skyline's fight
Hope’s a flicker
But it feels so trite

[Chorus]
In the end
It’s just another song
Loving a team that’s forever wrong
Crafted ales
Bitter and strong
Mike's heartstrings keep holding on

[Verse 3]
Sunday's rituals
Same old schemes
Touchdown dreams shattered at the seams
New York skies and wild-eyed beams
Still
Mike chases Jets' endless dreams

[Bridge]
Echoes of the past
In cold night’s air
With every sip
He finds a stare
Blue and green
Always so rare
Yet he whispers
Life's never fair

[Verse 4]
Seasons change
But the pain stays close
Craft brews
The solace he knows
Jets falter
Like a quixotic prose
Mike’s heart
Forever juxtapose

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