John T. Wurzer - Inside Straight

Stand back and tell me how it feels
Look at the cards
Question the deal
This hand was dealt in black and white
I anted in
I lost my sight
I smoked a cheap cigar last Tuesday
You sat and waited by the phone
I can't believe the things that you say
When I always wander home alone
I'm still missing one card in this hand
An inside straight
Not what I planned

The dealer throws a silent glance
Upon your breasts
A circumstance
You act as if he's drawn a card
The waitress laughs
Says life is hard
My palms are sweating like a beer can
Fresh from the ice in the august sun
If there's a God
Then I'll draw the thin man
Before he notices what he's done
I'm still missing one card in this hand
An inside straight
Not what I planned

The queen of hearts sits at my right
She just arrived
She'll stay all night
She says I've seen you here before
Up on the stage
Or on the floor
I tell her she must be mistaken
You tie a noose around my throat
And all the while my heart is aching
As the bouncer passes me a note
I'm still missing one card in this hand
An inside straight
Not what I planned

Stand back and tell me what to do
Stay in the game
Or leave with you
A lifetimes wages on the line
I call the bet
And check the time
It's twenty seconds after midnight
The moon is rising life is tough
I hear the echo of tomorrow
Dealing the cards as it calls my bluff
It's an ace of clubs and now I can't stand
I walk away
Not what I planned
An inside straight
Not what I planned

My palms are sweating like a beer can
Fresh from the ice in the August sun
If there's a God then I'll draw the thin man
Before he notices what he's done
It's an ace of clubs and now I can't stand
I walk away
Not what I planned
An inside straight
Not what I planned

Written by:
John Wurzer

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