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If I'm Not There by Morning

from Flypaper Motel by Jim Jackson

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Your words were on his lips in a thin film of sweat
And past regret seemed heaven-sent
Saturday she was circling round the sun
And one by one, he watched the rains relent

A hand was still stretched out to smooth a passing wrinkle
Intermingled with his horse’s last dismay
Greenmen in the corner still counted on the hours
And falling towers were lost to receding day

In the towns that drew him here, she dealed out jacks or better
And your letter was lost to a bad hand
Come midnight the land was parching, armies marching
And names retreated back to sand

Two faces cast as one will always share an eye
That will not cry when its lip cannot kiss
Clocks were lazy to start the race, and in my face
I saw all the lines of his

Your perfume on my tongue, and a single promise of water
When I thought her eyes winked a warning
Two AM the wine was flowing free, you know where I’ll be
If I’m not there by morning

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from Flypaper Motel, released December 19, 2018

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Jim Jackson Calgary, Alberta

Jim Jackson is a Calgary Herald bestselling author, reluctant gentleman and dabbler in the dark arts of blues music. Jim’s mission is to give – in these troubled times – intelligent escapism for modern readers and listeners.

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