"Is that what you want?"
My brother-in-law asks me
as we're looking at the
psychobilly guitar player
passed out on their couch
another genius who'd been
trying to get in my pants all day
yesterday at Buddy Blue's funeral
then afterwards at the dive bar wake,
feeling me up real quick
even putting his leather jacket
down on my bar stool
a little gentlemanly gesture,
and stealing a kiss like some sort of
Ricky Nelson Hello Mary Lou move,
then proceeding to get drunk
in honor and utter outrage
that our friend Buddy died at 48
of a heart attack,
another musician gone too young,
drunk again so fucking drunk
he had another blackout
and didn't even remember
asking me for a Saturday night date
at South Bay drive-in theatre,
last thing he said before he passed out
was "we'll go in your car". LS
My brother-in-law asks me
as we're looking at the
psychobilly guitar player
passed out on their couch
another genius who'd been
trying to get in my pants all day
yesterday at Buddy Blue's funeral
then afterwards at the dive bar wake,
feeling me up real quick
even putting his leather jacket
down on my bar stool
a little gentlemanly gesture,
and stealing a kiss like some sort of
Ricky Nelson Hello Mary Lou move,
then proceeding to get drunk
in honor and utter outrage
that our friend Buddy died at 48
of a heart attack,
another musician gone too young,
drunk again so fucking drunk
he had another blackout
and didn't even remember
asking me for a Saturday night date
at South Bay drive-in theatre,
last thing he said before he passed out
was "we'll go in your car". LS