a friday spring late night
like the old times
the in-laws,
my wife's parents house in
sweden
everyone is asleep
the house is quiet
I sit alone
a great old film plays on
Gas, Food, Lodging
with whiskey, wine and snus
oh those old sweet memories
lone late night films
stoned-drunk,
in a small room sitting
on a bed
dreaming a life
wasting away
-
had a little dream and woke up.
Originally penned in the early Spring 2013, in Sweden. The last line of this poem is actually a quote from my wife's father, as I sat alone watching the film I heard a clutter of noise from the bedroom like something fell off the nightstand, Egon was a bit drunk, he came out to use the bathroom and I asked him if he was ok, he simply said "Had a little dream and woke up."
ReplyDeleteFrom the little leather bound Afrikan notebook my wife got me in Afrika.