sure I did
but didn't you, too?
always seeing what seems to be true
while looking for something new.
pushing aside the swinging doors,
walking into the saloon,
smelling spilled beers and lovers all in a swoon.
wondering if I missed happy hour
or am I simply here too soon?
there's trail dust on my hat
& my feet are sore;
not one to be keeping score
but around the nearest corner
there's little Jack Horner
hitching a ride,
his book of dreams about a man who died
like a noose hanging down by his side.
and I don't mean to be snide
but once in the village square,
down on my knees
I said a simple prayer
imagining a soft bed,
a safe place to rest my head
after a hard days week.
eight days and nights under the stars
hitching my horse
after being blown off course;
then playing a game of cards,
holding five aces,
placing my bets:
it's as easy as life gets.
but after reading my fate,
wiping away the grime,
trying to act innocent
in a world awash with crime,
I washed my soul of sin
drinking a double shot of gin:
and the bartender knew my name,
but it always tastes the same,
drinking coke-a-cola or sipping dread.
sinking to the floor while keeping my head;
coming in last or first;
living a life while dying of thirst:
in my dreams
she's always by my side,
open to adventures with nothing to hide:
never one to shy away
ready for labor and ready for play.
into my mind
across the universe,
we're shifting gears
fast forward and into reverse
walking into the saloon,
smelling spilled beers and lovers all in a swoon.
wondering if I missed happy hour
or am I simply here too soon?
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