Jet Lag Poem by Dorsey Baker

he served in the war
Vietnam
got ptsd
he is a old veteran
every Friday
he stops by the store
buys some lottery tickets
win stratch offs enough
to buy
six pack of beer
gallon of whiskey
goes off somewhere in the dark
drink himself drunk
he's been playing the lottery
forty years
hoping to win it big
but he never does
the big money
it never comes
he feels
just like a stranger
to everybody
his white whiskers
his head of white hair
they tell his story
an orphan of the street
a bitter pill
he has to swallow
he is everybody
and he is nobody
he is you