when he died,
he was drunk and asleep at the wheel
of a stolen car.
there was a lot of shrugging
at the funeral.
why, what for, he was such
a nice
guy.
two ex wives
and a handful of kids.
he loved beer and wine,
jack daniels
and wild turkey.
there was always a bottle
by his side.
he wore a mustache and a ponytail
since
his early teens.
always hitching a ride.
who didn't know him.
on the corners
with his sign.
at the shelter, at the half
way house.
at the rehab center.
the city jail. they loved
him for his jokes,
his lack of remorse, his
rail road tales, almost all
of them tall and full
of lies.
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