she listened to blues…
i heard her…
always wailing like a mouth-harp…
she listened to blues…
sang ’bout the man that left her…
a lover gone mad…
runaway dogs…
she listened to blues…
here we sit…
you an’ i…
gettin’ nowhere…
we listen to blues…
i knew this woman…beautiful woman…
went through life like a blown dandelion…
never knew where she was going to land…
thousand pieces scattered…
goin’ every which-way…
‘cross meadows…highways…suburban yards…city parks where we once walked…hand in hand…till she let go…
i knew this woman…beautiful woman…
went through life like a blown dandelion…
never knew where she was going to land…
an’ dandelions are wild…
they pop-up when you least expect it…
wake-up one morn and your yard is filled with ’em…
an’ you mow an’ mow an’ mow…they just keep comin’ back…comin’ back…
only to be blown away…
blown away…
blown away…
was never scared…
never…
no…not ever…
how long were you out there…
six years…
what kept you going…
books and luck…some kinda’ faith…
faith…
yes…faith that there’s somethin’ keepin’ me alive…lookin’ out for me…some junkie on a subway car…a bum by Madison Square…a drunk in some tavern by Alphabet City…a whore on the corner…
what about ’em…
angels…all of ’em…messengers from heaven…sent here to…to keep watch…an eye on us…
us…
yes…us…the crazies…ones that slipped through the cracks…catching us in time…
in time…
yes…always just in time…
rain has come…
nothing is pure…
not streets…
nor churches…
paths we once walked-down…
practiced art of skipping stones…
rain has a beat…
rhythm
yet no-one dances…
the jitterbug has died…
rain has come…
nothing is pure…
staying inside…
fear of getting wet…
cold…
yet…this house will not protect you…
we’ll always be scared…
no chances taken…
nice and tidy and dry…
from what…what…
rain has come…
nothing is pure…
we got somebody back there in the bedroom…somebody come to visit us…
no pop…
door’ s closed to keep the dogs outta’ there…
thats right dad…
Christmas time an’ nobody came to visit…
it’s spring…
huh…
i said it’s spring…
when’d you get here….
last spring…
what happened to Christmas…
came and went pop…came and went…
did people come to visit…
yes…yes they did…
did we have a tree…
no…no we didn’t…
thats a shame…your mom always liked Christmas trees…she’d decorate the whole house each year…same ol’ decorations…still looked brand new…
yeah…
there’s no-one in that back room…
no dad…
no-one come to visit…
not today…
what are we doin’ for New Year’s…watchin’ the ball drop…
sure pop…sure..
I don’t know why but I’m havin’ vivid memories of my childhood this mornin…,the old man said…sipping on a Pepsi…
there was this creek over in Oak Cliff where teenagers used to kill each other at…,rolled ice around…took another swig…
that was a real fun place…electric company had wires over the water…we’d swing on ’em…jump in…camped there…
all that changed when I found that kid there with a knife in his back…
all that changed…
he was a real close friend…
thinkin’ ’bout my childhood…just thinkin’ ‘ bout that creek…
and spring has left me empty…nothing inside…all’s been wept…every last bit of soul poured-out for you…poured-out for you…
morning is no longer morning…just another part of day…melding into afternoon…then the long…long…night…
it is this darkened hour that i long for…to awaken you with kisses…naked bodies…love you…yes…love you…
and spring has left me empty…nothing inside…all’s been wept…every last bit of soul poured-out for you…poured-out for you…
egg sandwiches on a hard kaiser at the Lexington Avenue diner on a Monday morning…Lolo workin’ the counter…
$ slices in the midnight hour over by 24th and 7th…
French fries covered in brown gravy with a pint of stout inside The White Horse Tavern…where Kerouac drank…and Dylan Thomas drank…and Mailer drank…and Ginsberg drank…and the kid down the street who ran away from an Indiana home back when you could afford to run away from home…drank…cheers…
the deli at 72nd and 8th serving cold roast beef and cheddar with blood dripping on rye…
Katz’s on Houston for pastrami…with mustard…do not order mayo…repeat…do not order mayo…
lox and bagels at 2nd Avenue Deli on 3rd if you got the cash…note to self…always have the cash…
$5 halal in Times Square amongst tourists and neon…and advertisemnts…and God Damned Good Morning America…a Starbucks on every corner…thank God the halal is holy…
the knish we shared…
i miss New York…
weeds grow in vacant lots where once stood factories…workplaces…deals were cut… contracts negotiated…now just weeds…just weeds…
cute condos being built in old abandoned buildings…General Electric…Quaker Oats…a spaghetti warehouse…an old brewery…memories…memories…
company picnics…Labor Day celebrations…cold-cuts and kegs…cold-cuts and kegs…kids got a hot dog and momma made pies…welcome to the middle class…welcome…
pensions planned…retirements thought- out…assembly-line workers counting the days…the american dream complete with a place at the lake…fireworks on the 4th…bought over the state-line…shh…don’t tell…don’t tell…
and these things we wish for…where are they now…cut-off in the middle of the night…pink slips passed…prosperity pissed-on…for a buck…for a buck…
weeds grow in vacant lots where once stood factories…workplaces…deals were cut… contracts negotiated…now just weeds…just weeds…
mom was checkin’ on me last night…,the old man said…,she sat right there an’ was talkin’ to me for the longest of time…,swigged on a Pepsi…,we were reminiscing ’bout old times in Dallas…back ‘fore you was born…
mom’s gone pop…
where’d she go to…she was here last night…tellin’ each other stories of when we were kids…just kids…
oh yeah…
she told me how nervous she was on our first date…didn’t know what to make of me…thought I was really somethin’…
how so…
well I worked two or three jobs back then an’ I never had time to think ’bout anything but maybe little of this an’ a little of that…mostly ’bout work…see I’ve worked all my life…never been without a job since I was a kid…
thought you were somethin’ huh…
she did…didn’t know what to make of some guy with a car and some dough in his pocket…not much…just some…thought I was Howard Hughes…,the old man laughed…,she thought I was really somethin’…
you know we buried her this time last year pop…
huh…well I’ll be…maybe it was a dream she come to me in…maybe a ghost…
maybe pop…maybe…
funny how ya’ forget things isn’t it…
yeah…
she would always remind me…take out the garbage…this bill is due…PTA meeting tonight…always remindin’ me…always..
yeah…she was good at that…
where’d she go…where’d she go…
she passed away dad…
that’s right…she did…sure thought I was somethin’…sure thought I was somethin’…
dmseay 