In my heart is Coltrane, precise addictions & improvised optimism. Our joy a lottery anticipating “The upswing in the industry.”
While fundraising for strangers, mood-raising at breakfast ignoring Visa and buying parting gifts, I notice the rhythm off-kilter the rabbiting plans, the fear-punctured shelter.
Dear sons: Please be 9 to 5ers. Men who know what to wear. Whose offices can be locked and walked from. Who vacation yearly and whose deposits drop ca-ching ca-shing click click slick metronome steady.