Singing a Happy Tune
In my short life, many drunks I’ve seen.
They sing, they howl, they stumble around.
Their angry wives wonder where they’ve been,
rolling pins poised, drunken heads to pound.
While hubby maneuvers through the streets
dancing, singing a happy bar tune
with goofy smiles for everyone he meets
dancing with stars, winking at the moon.
His head is bobbling, his eyes solid glazed.
He wears wrinkled pants with wide open fly,
his shirt a road map of dried mayonnaise,
punctuated with sweet blueberry pie.
Who hovers inside the red-nosed clown?
Is his soul weeping from being alone?
Why does he hide? What knocked him down?
Stop! Listen. In the shadows hear him moan.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski