A familiar face
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I knew the minute I saw her
behind the teller window
that I had seen her before.
But I was so down and out,
I couldn’t recall from where.
So put my hand in my pocket
and waited my turn on line.
Yet I kept looking at her,
trying to remember where I’d seen her before.
She wasn’t pretty.
She was a mousey woman with a hooked nose,
a slanted mouth and eyes bloated by thick glasses.
She was still counting when I got up to her window
and she help up a hand for me to wait.
Then she asked me how I was doing.
I was tempted to tell her.
But that is the stuff for bartenders and head shrinkers.
So I told her I was thinking about moving back to Denver.
Her eyes got so big I knew she recognized me.
I headed for the door,
grabbing for the gun in my pocket,
just in case she raised alarm.
Like she did last time
-- in Denver.