And just before the world ends, let us meet Once more, for laughs, for one last final fling, For whiskey sours down on Bourbon Street. Let us forget what we cannot repeat, Put out of mind time's slow unravelling, And just, before the world ends, let us meet. A slice of lemon, half or so a sweet Teaspoon of sugar mitigates the sting - For whiskey sours, down on Bourbon Street. When we're apart and drink our whiskey neat, We pray the fates will grant this minor thing, And, just before the world ends, let us meet. Do not pass by, my friend, pull up a seat, Forego the other pleasures night may bring For whiskey sours down on Bourbon Street. When others dumbly go down to defeat, Let us - defiant - jest, tell stories, sing. And just before the world ends, let us meet For whiskey sours down on Bourbon Street.

Recently the Pontiac city council has allowed open alcohol on Bourbon Street...I wonder if you were referring to the Detroit Lions going dumbly to defeat?

This sounds like the old Scottish greetings and goodbyes I've read mixed with a Billy Joel song. (Billy Joel is one of my favorite singers.) This is definitely a pleasure to read multiple times. It has a gentle comfort with a sweet melancholy chaser.