While the song lasts for the time it is meant to, his sorrows seemed to be a little less intimidating.
When it ends, back to square one.
He doesn’t like the silence that comes after the end of a good song, because it is a cue for him to go to the dry cleaners, like she had asked him to. And pay the bills. And buy groceries. Phew!
Some people can be so overtly imposing,
and some like him, too meek to revolt;
he wondered, as he drove home from the bar.
A pint at times can drown all the sorrows; coupled with a good song.