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 "You bet," I said
and wiped another glass clean.
"Hey Joe, my credit's good, huh?"
That was Steve - his wife always calls the bar.
"You bet," I said
and poured him some courage
to face the call.
"What's my tab?"
Larry was an executive - he never loosened his tie.
He threw a twenty on the bar and said,
"See you next week?"
"You bet," I said,
and kept the change as he walked out the door.
"Stop me if you've heard this one!"
Rick was always the center of a jolly group-
he never drank alone.
"Good one, eh Joe?" everyone was laughing too hard
"You bet," I smiled
and looked at the man at the end of the bar.
The man didn't say anything
I didn't even know his name
I walked over when he raised his head
Like a phone ringing in the middle of the night
his voice cut the babble like silence,
"My wife slit her wrists today,"
he pushed his shot glass towards me.
"A little more whiskey please."
"You bet," I said
and filled his empty glass.