If We Met In A Bar In Fargo

If we met
in a bar
in Fargo
I would fall
for you.
Your melancholy
eyes
would draw me
into your story.
I wouldn’t tell you
mine.
I would let you
write
that
one
too.

If we met
in a bar
in Fargo
I would buy
you as much
beer as you could
drink.
I would steal
a truck
and take you
wherever it was
you were
happiest.
Once
I
was
happy
too.

If we met
in a bar
in Fargo
I would play
Pasty Cline
on the jukebox
Strange or
Sweet Dreams
Folsom Prison
Blues
something
to dance to
I hate dancing
but I would
dance
with
you.

If we met
in a bar
in Fargo
I would
sit at the bar
act cool
drink whiskey
on the rocks
smoke Winston
after Winston
wonder what
to do
with someone
famous and
pretty
as
you.