He'd rushed away from the bar; His client, he knew, wouldn't wait. Now his need for a parking space Was reaching the desperate state. He raised his gaze toward heaven: "Lord, find me a parking spot, And I'll never again drink whiskey, Not even a single shot." Then, in the very next instant, A beautiful space he did find. Said he with a short glance skyward, "Lord, I found one. Never mind." David Martin