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Welcome To The Bullpen

The Grocery Line
By Joe Owens

Standin in the grocery line
that weaved back 40 feet,
I just kept on remindin me
a person's gotta eat.

Kids a screamin at my bow
A couple to my rear
were fightin cause he broke his vow,
and bought a case of beer.

I minded my own business
a smile on my face,
but wishin I was anywhere
except for in this place.

I dreamed of greener pastures
astride a buckskin steed
chasin outlaws through the hills
to stop their evil deeds.

My hat pulled low against the sun
as sweat dripped down my brow.
I checked my colt, and spurred the buck.
A panther on the prowl.

We galloped o'er top a ridge,
and there I saw the men
who'd rob the bank in Tombstone
and shot my brother dead.

Justice was my reason.
Duty was my brand.
I felt the wind across my face.
My pistol in my hand.

The desperadoes wheeled around
as gun smoke filled the air.
I hollered, "This is for my brother!"
The grocery line just stared.

I felt a little silly
a standin at my cart.
My finger stuck out like a gun.
My feet spread wide apart


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REVIEW 1

Great poem, very well put
David

 
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