'Twas early in the morning when I woke. <br />An eerie silence had so sneakily descended, <br />or was it the perception of a loss, <br />a novel emptiness, unknown to me 'til now? <br />There was a scribbled greeting in red lipstick <br />pinned to the outer part of our bathroom door, <br />explaining briefly she was leaving me for good, <br />and that a sudden haste allowed no further talk. <br />I rushed with purpose to my walnut-panelled bar, <br />where I was greeted by a favourite friend of mine. <br />'Hi, Brother Jack', I mumbled, got myself a glass. <br />And I could see that suddenly, and as of now <br />my world would be not only beautiful but free. <br />She left, so WHAT, one who was never welcome, <br />there are so many female fishes in the sea. <br />But, in comparison, I know a better way: <br />A gentleman named Jack - It works for me.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentleman-jack/
