listening to Monk and Coltrane…
facing 49…
pop called…,where am I…what day is it…where are you….,panting…always panting…
i’m here pop…
where’s here…
home dad…home…
what…on the porch…the back room…garage…are you smoking again…
no pop…no…
well…you’re not home…you’re not…
my place pop…my place…
you don’t have a place…you’re place is here…with me…right…
no dad…no…
oh…I see…gone…just like when you was a kid…just left…not a word…poof…vanished…
s’not true dad…that’s not true…
hell you say…
i gotta’ go pop…
fine…just fine…you fucking cunt…
goodnight dad…goodnight…
listening to Monk and Coltrane…
facing 49…
