Here's Why

Owner of the ole saloon,
ancient altar boy,
guardian of the softball cooler, and
mystic behind the dirty glasses -

I gotta tell ya -
I miss you.

You were the saint
with your fingers crossed.
You were the angel
with baggy pants and
wrinkled,
and warped wings
that would open wide
real wide -
with room enough for everybody.

I gotta tell ya -
I miss you.

You believed in heaven,
(I don't)
but we both knew hell,
and we both
have had a glimpse of paradise.

You knew the card game,
the rules,
and how to break 'em.
I liked that:
some of the best advice I've ever heard
was -
		"Drop, stay
		or get outa the game."

I gotta tell ya -
I miss you.


				Tuschen '93

...back to the bar