What Happened On the Comeback, Baby?

What Happened On the Comeback, Baby?

Your woman
Says something
About something
And you can’t hear
It anymore

So

You’re out the door
Get in your
Car
And go south on
The 5
But the traffic
Backs up
So you decide
To go east
And around it

But

Then you see
The sign to Las Vegas
And you know there
Is some open road
And six hours later
You’re at the crap table
Crapping out
On the Come Bet

You turn and there is a fine
Lady you once knew

looking sorrowful

Because she was
Hoping you would have
Won and taking her
For a spin

again

And

She lays
A hand on your
Chest
And says
Oh, What Happened On the Comeback, baby?

Your mind is searching
For something sharp
To say
But your mind
Is dull
And your body
Tired
And your only thought

Is

Do I have
Enough gas
To make it home

Your life didn’t
Come out right
Your phenom arm
Gave out before
You made it to
The big leagues

You

Left the
Game for a few
Years
Then tried a
Comeback
As an infielder
But light hitting
Infielders
Are a dime
A dozen

You took a job
As a sports bookie
In Vegas
Because that’s
Where you quit
The game

You met
A chorus girl
And moved to
Hollywood when
She got a bit
Part in a movie

You

  Took a job selling
Tickets
At the Alamo
That’s what the employees call the stadium
Box office
That sits out in the middle of parking lot C
The wife’s movie
Career didn’t
Pan out
And she’s
Selling real estate
Now

And

sometimes

Those crashed dreams
Fall on your
Heads
Like a
Hard rain
And there is
Nothing to do
But cover
And run

You were hoping
For Little Joe on the
Come Bet
But you crapped
twice
It was Little Joe’s that
Laid you out
Took all
Of the nothing you had left

That

  Turned you from
The table
With nothing
But the drink
In your hand
And
Not a penny
To your name

You

Lean against the
Table
Throw your
Elbows up
To brace yourself
Because
Your legs are weak
And
The world is
Creeping in
And
You’re rounding
Second to
Nowhere
And
The good
Looking blond
With the
Sorrowful eyes

Those

eyes you once knew
Is
Asking
What Happened On the Comeback, Baby?

And

For a moment
You thought
You had an answer
But it is passed you like a fastball
High and tight
Your mind has
Dulled out
Like your body
And
Third base is so far away

Still/and

You are wondering
If I turn third
Just right

Can I make it home?

Do I have
Enough in me
Enough gas
To make home

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