We made a meal out of the afternoon. Forgot all about
Houston and the bar tab. I expected you to cough when that truant
blew smoke in your face. My fists were clenched at my side.
But you only laughed and asked the kid if you could bum a nail.
"I've got stage four lung cancer Jack. Which lucky cigarette do you think sealed the deal?"
Your watch started beeping. You pulled out a small bag of pills and tossed them into your mouth.
Chased them with the round of Jim Beam I had ordered for myself
"Now what kind of friend would I be if I let you poison yourself?"
I didn't ask why your wife hadn't called to see where you were.
By 8 o'clock you were pissed and I decided to get you home.
"O Jacky boy. Don't you know? Home is where the heart is?"
Today I thought about how it doesn't feel right to be drinking my own shots.