Friday Noir: Walk The Square
Life is a series of corners, ain’t it?
You can go right, or you can go left.
Sometimes you just keeping making lefts.
Ain’t no good reason, just what happens.
Then you end up where you are.
Could be with your hand in the till.
Or sticking your neck out for no one.
Or you got that gat in your hand, trigger cocked, finger tight.
Just maybe, you find yourself in a cool dark place with stale beer and hearbreak hanging in the air.
Behind three shots of rye and a short glass back of beer.
And it’s 8:30 a.m.
You walk the square, make another left.
Just hoping to find the light of day.
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