Quarter Passed

[couchgrouch]

Quarter PassedTen-Fifteen Friday night, by an LA truckstopguy picked up a quarter, some gangbanger droppedfeelin' lucky he flipped it, to help him decidewhether to play the lotto, or just grab a biteit came up tails instead of heads, and he was a hungry manwho never knew that quarter passed, through lots of unworthy handswell Jane was dead on her feet, after an endless shifther Timex said she still had, forty-five minutes leftshe gave that guy five refills, to wash down his fish n chipsall that cheapskate left her, was a twenty-five cent tipyeah, her last customer that night, was a small and callous manwho never knew that quarter passed, through many unworthy handsJane flipped that quarter, to help her decidewhether to play the lotto, or buy some Pall Mall lightsscratched her ticket with that coin, and couldn't believe her luckcalled her son's babysitter, and said to wake him upwell, who of us can say, what fortune may have plannedshe never knew that quarter passed, through lots of unworthy handswell, Jane could hardly talk, she was so beside herselfher boy said "Mom, why'd you call, it's quarter past twelve..."(c)2007 Robert George