Jack usually sits
in the corner of the bar,
in the shadows next
to the juke box.

There's a jagged scar
that runs diagonal
across his grizzled face,
his right eye is cloudy
& a piece of his left ear is gone.
A cobra is inked
on one forearm,
on the other,
a scorpion.
He constantly drinks tequila.

People always whispered
things about him,
said he had caught
his lady
dancing & kissing
on another patron.

Well, the guy is still missing
& nobody was ever charged.
Jack's sweetheart still hangs out
next to the record machine,
continually drops quarters in
for rock and roll,
it seems Jack
doesn't like to boogie.

Jesus, she is smoking hot,
her face is immaculate,
she gyrates around the place
like a living goddess,
it's a real turn-on,
but I gotta tell you,
I believe in rumors.