tomorrow is always midnight

by horace p sternwall

illustrated by konrad kraus

webs of passion never go out of fashion webs of betrayal never grow stale webs of fear will always be here and a web of suspense never relents a deadly dame always wins the game and a chump who is spurned never learns a guy named bob has to take on one last job as a boss named mister cass pours some whiskey in his glass and his flunky, albany red laughs at whatever he said bob is in for it now he had no chance anyhow his dreams of being a regular guy are headed for the sweet bye and bye he heads back to his lonely room under a cloud of doom hardly knowing what to think he stops in for a drink he knows it's getting late he better keep his head on straight he will have just one and when it is done why not two? what's a guy supposed to do when it's too late and he's being swallowed by fate he is down to his last dime and it's closing time just as well because he has to answer the bell tomorrow morning at nine rise and shine meet two guys named slim and pete down on desolation street they have what he will need to do the deed suddenly everything's a blur and he thinks - of her the cause of all his woe and pain will he ever see her again? just make it out the door don't think about her any more too bad, bob, too bad the only chance you ever had go home and get some sleep you are in too deep nothing left but to take a stand and play the hand