The Broad and Narrow Way

I tried to find

A single instance

Where I don't die

But he does.

You know

Like a wrinkle in time

Each possibility

Rolled up

Into a stack of quarters

Ready to play

A different broadway

Song on the juke.

"Murder, Murder!"

I chose

and kept listening.

But "A Little Priest"

"Defying Gravity"

hummed a different tune.

"Ya Got Trouble"

said he.

"Wouldn't It be Loverly"

If you "Ease on Down the Road"?

No.

"Don't Rain on My Parade"

"Tonight"

"Anything Goes."

You're not "Helpless"

He cried.

Or "Satisfied,"

"All I Ask of You"

Is "Sunday."

And I

"Finishing the Hat"

Obliged.

Perhaps

"Once Before I Go"

I'll leave

the "Murder, Murder!"

Quarter

"For Good."