Mister Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

MISTER YOU CAME TO TOWN
ON A GREY HOUND BUS
LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO PUT YOUR STUFF
NOW YOU FOUND A MOTEL
YOU SAY IT'S CHEAPER THAN A HOTEL
YOUR JUST HOPING IT HAS A BAR
AND YOUR NOT CARING IF YOU DON'T FIT IN
YOU JUST WANT TO GET YOUR FILL
NOW YOU FOUND A LITTLE MISS
AND ALL SHE DOES IS TALK
WHEN ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS KISS
SO YOU START TO WALK
ALMOST BY THE DOOR
SHE SAID WAIT
YOUR THINKING SHE WANTS
NOTHING MORE
AND BEFORE YOU CAN SAY
YOUR LEAVING HER BED
NOW MISTER YOU CAME TO TOWN
ON THAT GREY HOUND BUS
LOOKING FOR A PLACE
TO PUT YOUR STUFF
NOW YOU PACK UP YOUR BAGS
WITH YOUR GUITAR IN HAND
CAUSE YOU COULDN'T FIND A BAND
SO YOU HEAD BACK
TO FIND YOUR HOMETOWN