died
i gave him my black leather coat
that i never wore
anymore.
it was too tony soprano
looking.
i used to wear it to the courthouse
to fight a traffic
ticket.
he looked good in it,
though.
the small time gangster
that he was.
it was a good coat.
it kept me warm
in those jersey winters.
wearing it in snow storms
on a tuesday
night to go meet some
jezebel in a chinese restaurant.
they buried him in it.
all my slips of papers
in the pockets.
fortunes.
it keeps
him warm now, i'm sure,
six feet under.
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