Cracker Jack Candy Ring

Sitting alone in Wichita

Because of the weight

Afraid I’m coming apart

Working on three fingers more

Of Kentucky bourbon

Stinging good all the way down

One more please bartender

Why should I care

If she buys books she’ll never read

Because they may have something to say

Why should I care

If she just can’t seem to get it right

And makes me throw punches in the air

I can’t quite place it exactly

I know I would miss her in the morning light

More beautiful before ten in the morning

Than she could ever hope to be

In black sequins and pearls

With the clarity of closing time

I walk the darkened streets to her

Hoping the Cracker Jack candy ring

Will hold her heart for another day