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"At The Door" - Slow Jazz Original - Tribute to the Doorman

I spent 25 years working as a bouncer and doorman in Minneapolis, standing in doorways while the city lived its nights. This song comes straight from those years—watching people at their funniest, their saddest, their drunkest, and their most broken. I saw love start, fights end, dreams fade, and hope stumble back in again. Some nights were light, some were heavy, but I showed up every time because that’s what a working man does—you keep the money coming in, you keep people safe, and you carry their stories home in your bones. “At The Door” is my quiet tribute to the streets, the bars, the clubs, and all the human stories that passed right by me—one face, one night, one song at a time. *********************************************************** “At the Door” Verse 1 Neon flickers like a tired old eye, Rain on the sidewalk, people walk by, I’ve been standin’ right here since ‘ninety-three, Holdin’ back trouble from gettin’ inside the melody. Some nights start sweet, end in a fight, Some folks fall in love ‘fore the end of the night, I just nod, hold the rope, say “not tonight,” Tryin’ to keep the rhythm safe inside. Chorus I’ve seen angels miss their wings, I’ve seen kings beg on their knees, Every kind of broken dream Comes knockin’ right past me, Yeah I stand where the stories begin and end, I don’t sing, but I hear ‘em all again, Just an old man holdin’ up the line, At the door of everybody’s good time. Verse 2 There’s a woman comes in every Thursday night, Red lipstick, lonely eyes, holdin’ tight, To a glass that shakes when she tries to talk, Says he left her once, but she still won’t walk. There’s a kid with rage in his clenched-up hands, Thinkin’ one bad move makes him a man, I tell him, “Son, this ain’t the war,” He says, “Yeah, but it feels like it,” walks through the door. Chorus I’ve seen angels miss their wings, I’ve seen queens lose diamond rings, Every kind of shattered thing Comes driftin’ past me, I stand where the lies meet the truth, Where grown folks cry like they’re still in youth, Just an old man holdin’ up the line, At the door of everybody’s good time. Bridge I didn’t dream of this when I was young, Thought I’d be the one on the stage with a song, But life don’t always read your plans, Sometimes it just puts a rope in your hands. I got kids at home, bills on the wall, So I show up, rain or when the snowflakes fall, A man does what a man’s gotta do, Even when the dream don’t come true. Verse 3 Some nights are funny, make me laugh, Drunk folks flirtin’ with the wrong damn past, Some nights heavy, sit in my chest, Like when I walk out a girl in a torn-up dress. I don’t judge, I just do my job, Keep the peace till the sunrise comes, Then I light a smoke, talk to the dawn, Ask myself where all them years gone. Final Chorus I’ve seen angels miss their wings, I’ve seen saints do awful things, Every kind of human dream Comes driftin’ past me, I stand where the night meets the day, Where folks lose and try again anyway, Just an old man holdin’ up the line, At the door of everybody’s good time. Outro Neon fades when the sun comes through, Another night I made it through, I turn the key, hang up my coat, And carry all their stories home in my bones.