pulled the short stick,
never
out of bad
luck.
rarely was he not in
a jam,
needing,
a tow, or a dollar,
or a shoulder
to lean upon
when his ship went down.
you could see
the dark cloud above
him,
as he approached
on the street.
it was going to be along
and drama
filled
conversation.
you needed a stiff drink
and a seat.
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