Laughing at Sinners, Crying on Saints

There was an electrician on the job
who looked just like Billy Joel.
One eye even shot out to the side
like he'd gotten into one drunken accident
too many, it was almost a thing of beauty.
I built up the nerve to tell him who he reminded me of
minus the whole DWI thing.
He told me he gets that all the time--
the Billy Joel spiel--
and that he recently visited
a high-end whore in the City
who said the same thing, topping it off with
"But you're much nicer, he was here last week."
"Good," he claims to have told her. "You can
put this on his tab then."

I thank God for the people I meet
and the stories they give me.
I'll never run out of material
as long as the world continues
to pump out these freaks.
I sleep surprisingly well.