During last Friday's beery midnight drive
up the winding escarpment road,
I heard a song by Ray Wylie Hubbard
that said something to the effect of
"Don't let your expectations
get bigger than your gratitude."
and as I drove through Bee Cave,
my eyes began combing
the plazas, malls and storefronts
for a tattoo shop.
Had one existed, I would be sitting here
in my office, on a Monday,
with a smarting palm.
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