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Alan Catlin |
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Burned Up He came in with the load on Was real smug and snotty too as if a three piece suit and a five dollar bill could take care of everything Ordered a beer as if he thought he might drink it Lit up a cigarette Took one short drag and slumped over on the bar I just let him fade away watched him drift off into dreams Dropped his beer into the basket Washed his glass out in the sink My waitress asked me, "Are you going to let him sleep like that? Aren't you going to wake him up?" I just looked at her as if she were crazy They way that cigarette was burning he'd be up and out soon enough on his own The Loved One He was showing off his swing to a complete stranger by the bar Talked as if golf was what made the world go round His wife was saying to me, "There's nothing wrong with him He's always like that He'd play golf in a thunderstorm" She was probably wishing that he would too True Confessions Time After Last Call "My Mom. she's like 45 and my dad is like 47. He's pretty cool. He used to say to say stuff like, 'I smoked lots of dope when I was a kid. Now, I'm into making money.' Crazy, you know he's like asleep at 10 o'clock and Mom, well, she's out later than I am when I'm home. For weeks after her latest escpade we're getting phone calls from young guys wanting to pick her up. I don't know what to think. It's strange realizing your old man pounds down a couple of cocktails when he gets home and then packs it in big time in front of the tube and Mom, well, Mom is on the road after that and no one knows the difference. I'm a senior in college and it's tough to accept that your mother sleeps around like a whore." |