in an empty drugstore

the morning striked down

poise across a crooked meadow,

thru farms and hiways

when he was 

in a empty drugstore,

looking for his love,

that soon would be her shift.

"hey, man" he said to the cashier

"can you give this to sadie?"

the jock jerk picked up the paper

and left on his pocket

"i sure will, jimmy. that's your name,

right? well, whatever,

what's the matter?

wither goest thou this time?"

"well" he started

"i'm going to nyc, ya know?

to be the greatest barman

this country has ever seen"

"why is that so?" he pondered

"i mean, you're just gonna 

end up in dirt, dust flying

through the crying winds,

won't ya?"

"i know, i know, but just...

look, i'm half that man

you used to know, that 

player, the shooter, the gambler,

now i'm just someone's horse,

poise and a slave. 

just give this to her, a'ight?"

"if you say so, dude"

and jack left the

empty drugstore with a smile

shining thru his head.

got in car and recalled

the wrath that she had

and that he would miss

when he'll be fighting

and jumping across bombfields

and die in the war

like a real barman would