Joey moved to the window since sleep was not coming, again. He was much older than his years and the void of his missing mother seemed too strong at night. In the day he could laugh and pretend with his dad, watch him try to fill it, teaching him his mother’s way of doing things, even cooking, and the sorrow was remote for a while.
Standing by the sill, his fingertips unconsciously tracing patterns and lines in the condensation, he remembered each special moment he had with her. He brushed the lines away, and the tears started over again.
He pleaded with the moon and that single bright star to bring her back, to ease his pain. Then as if on cue, his dad came in behind him and held him tightly. “I miss her terribly too, Joey.”
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Winds ramped up, Detached the spheres of color In leaf piles, awaiting death in plastic bags or funeral pyres Such a shame, such sadness for my heart What once adorned plain brown limbs with incredible colors, and shapes Now reduced to blackened ash debris.
***She thought this window was clear a moment ago. Touching the glass now, it felt cold and she could no longer see the garden. A moment ago he was walking there, picking a few rose blooms for her, she was sure of it! Now the sun had disappeared, the grayness must have swallowed him and even rain shown through the glass. “I knew I saw him…it was sunny” she thought, desperately. Then that old familiar unraveling began again.
“Why do you always have to ruin everything! Now take your pampered spoiled self back home and if and when you return, show some concern for the departed!”
Joe didn’t consider himself henpecked, but his drunken disheveled appearance at his father-in-law’s funeral epitomized his hate for the man and his marriage as a whole.
You get a shiver in the dark It’s a raining in the park but meantime- South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie, double four time You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound Way on down south Way on down south London town
You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords Mind, it’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing They said an old guitar is all, he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn’t mind, if he doesn’t, make the scene He’s got a daytime job, he’s doing alright He can play the Honky Tonk like anything Savin’ it up, for Friday night With the Sultans We’re the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playin’ band It ain’t what they call Rock and Roll And the Sultans Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings “Goodnight, now it’s time to go home” Then he makes it fast with one more thing
I suppose everyone thinks they are courteous—in their own minds of course, but are they really?
It only takes a second or two to hold open a door, say please or thank you, but it is rarely heard out in public now. We are more likely to hear a couple of people arguing, saying F you or worse and out loud voicing their personal opinions about others’ clothes, manner, orientation, race, etc with not a shred of remorse.
If you watched the news about the Academy Awards and saw Will Smith slap Chris Rock, even though he might have deserved it, it was not surprising. I like both celebrities but Chris Rock made a rude joke and should have been admonished, but behind the scenes. I used to watch comedians a lot but now they are so blatantly rude I don’t care to hear them.
In general, my opinion (and you know I always have one🙄) is that general courtesy went missing even before the pandemic. Anything and I mean anything goes these days.
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