A Man in Tatters

A man in tatters makes love to a little blonde with spiky hair under a blanket in a room full of people. As she dresses to return to work I ask, "Why me?" "Because you love your mother." She answers. "Yes I do, now that she's gone."

I wander the town streets looking for my brother and find my old green truck. Soon I realize I'm driving drunk. What has happened? I was sober just a minute ago.

Soon I'm on a bench with other ragged men drinking Old Style. The runty black fellow next to me is smoking weed. We are listening to drinking songs. I'm very drunk and high. I will be here a long, long time. I want to go.

My feet are bare and somehow I've lost my dirty T-shirt. I feel exposed. Maybe I can sleep it off on the seat of the truck.

Time to find my way home. I'm lost and alone. I promised the girl I'd see her. I want once again to feel her strain against me. I do not want to hurt.