The batwing doors swung wide on the Hitchin' Post Saloon.
The patrons stared in shock, the Crock had finally returned.
Where the hell have you been, they all asked at once.
My whistle needs wetting he said so I'm here for the nonce.
Gather around the bar he invited, we'll drink up this gold bar.
I remember the last time I was here it would've gone pretty far.
The regulars gathered around, Casey brought everyone drinks.
From the new lady patrons the Crock garnered some winks.
Everyone had some new stories, some great music to share.
The Crock had a copy of his newest book for everyone there.
Finally the nonce ended, everyone tearfully said their goodbyes.
The Crock used his sleeves to wipe straggling tears from his eyes.
He thanked them for their hospitality, they heard the doors sigh.
They all scrambled to the doors, but the Crock just Disappeared.
Wondering what the hell just happened they returned to their beers
The Crock -- 8/21/24