A POEM - HE TOLD ME WHAT WAS ON HIS MIND

HE TOLD ME WHAT WAS ON HIS MIND
I’d met Hookie earlier that morning,
in the bar.
We’d been nipping at pints of beer.
After a big gulp he turned to me
and said, very seriously,
“now Jack, at some point
later on today
I’m probably gonna try to kill you.”
I gazed back at him a few moments.
His gray hair, skinny arms, missing teeth.
I raised my glass and said,
“I figured you would.”