Now that i've read the poem in full, I see what you mean about whatever mood you were in at the time. Did this boost surprise you? Powerful lines about whiskey, scotch, rum and mezcal, which harken to the first verse of song I thought of from your title.

I'm alone

Sitting with my empty glass

My four walls

Follow me through my past

I was on a Paris train

I emerged in London rain

And you were waiting there

Swimming through apologies

audio only and shorter version here https://youtu.be/FJZ8NH0HT_o?si=ntjZCqcAkCgHZbpE