Somewhere corner stoned
in the garage of my inheritance
stands a parking meter
dusty and cobwebbed
footed in a cement filled wheel
A time ticking memento
of a blue eyed blond haired
lost boy from my father's past
whispering from among the Playboys
and age battered boxed toys
"...You knew me not..."
I hear you
you rebel
You took exception
to the metered time allotted
to the proper spaced places
to the Teflon expectations
and a patriarch who said
"Now, I can be a good guy, or I can be...
I see you
you Prankster
You taking that pipe cutter
from the orange Datsun pickup
and I hear James' voice continue
...one real mean sum-bitch"
as you belligerently take its Head
Right The Fuck Off.
And
You brought it home
You thought it a trophy
You were hoping for Glory
And
I loved you for it
And
I'm sorry He never saw
the movie.
