moot’s other brother
the blue house on
washington street
the moments love on a
two-way street
lala and dum dum
s daddy
raspy dry voice vinegared
in liquor
foul-mouthed wolf
ticket seller who couldn’t
back the bet
the one always needing a
fix out of trouble
the cigar brown one
with seagrams and busch
breath
brown bagged & choked to
an indian burn
the one with good hair
small, but big voice
black lungs and pickled
liver against the doctor’s advice
the one married to aunt
cat, a private woman chained
to the house of winston cigarettes and newspapers
if he were a song he’d be
honky-tonk and jook-joint
sam cooke’s little red rooster
if he were a word, he’d be
motherfucker