comedian was having a bad night.
nothing was
working,
all the old jokes fell flat.
he began to cry
and sob
when he said, take my wife,
please.
tears were running down his face.
we weren't sure
if this was part of the act
or not.
so we laughed
which made others laugh.
then
he talked about his wayward
kids,
his unpaid bills,
his drinking problem,
how there were mice in the apartment
where he lived.
finally it was over.
the lights went up
and the spotlight turned off.
we felt bad for him.
the man was crumpled on the stage
in the shadows,
wiping his face
with his sleeve.
then he looked up
at the departing crowd and yelled
out, hey,
i'm here tomorrow too.
two shows.
one at six and one at eight.
take care of your
waitresses, and
don't forget to validate your parking
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