My wife gave me a one way Greyhound ticket to Vegas.
She threw in $37.58 in loose change.
Told me she wanted me out of her life.
I didn’t believe it though.
Deep down, I think she just wanted to set me free.
Let me out of the ball and chain thing that
I have never been good at.
I’m grateful and there’s a whole country
of freight trains with my name on them.
Or they will once I tag them
with my nom de plum: Tuck.
They called me that cause I’m good at hiding.
I’m not bad at lying either.