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First Day Home

It sure feels good to be here,

Hey, bartender, give me a beer

This bar seems to be my new home.

No, I haven’t been on the roam.

Yes, you are right; you haven’t seen me in about a year

Bartender, give me another beer

Has anyone seen Joan?

She promised to be here when I came home.

Of course, I know she no longer lives around here

Bartender, give me another beer.

Yeah, you can ask but I may not respond

Hey bartender, where did you move the john?

The question was what?

No, in Nam they didn’t furnish us with pot.

Funny that you should ask, that’s not a tear

Bartender, another beer.

No, I wasn’t a hero and no, I didn’t kill any babies

What kind of question is that; are you crazy?

Leave me alone and let me sit here

Bartender, give me another beer.

Are you sure you haven’t seen Joan?

Yes, I want to be left alone.

Bartender, one more beer

And I’ll get out of here.

I was wrong this isn’t where I belong

Have I been gone that long?

Questions that you ask and the jokes you make

Maybe coming home was a mistake.

August 14, 2002

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