You Picked a Fine Time, Lucille

In a bar in Toledo. Across from the depot. On a barstool

she took off her ring. I thought I'd get closer. So

I walked on over. I sat down and asked her her name.

When the drinks finally hit her. She said I'm no quitter. But I finally

quit living on dreams. I'm hungry for laughter. And here ever

after. I'm after whatever the other life brings. In the mirror

I saw him. And I closely watched him. I thought how he looked out

of place. He came to the woman who sat there beside me.