How's the cane, do you want me to get you a few?
No, I have one more.
That's my cane you're using, old man....
That's the cane I was using a few months after I gave up my love.

Your backyard looks dead, he said.
I looked around, well, there's some dog shit.
This place used to have mulberries. You guys ever eat the mulberries?
No, I said.  Squirrels get to it before we do, what can you do?
This place used to be happening, he said more or less.

You should read a book, draw.
I can't draw, grandpa!
You should do something,
He said with some angst and love, 
so I tried to play an old guitar off tune with missing strings in front of him,


I was drunk....

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