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.”