High up on the far back wall
in the back of the factory
where I sell my free time
is a constellation of dirt, chipped paint
forming the the shape
of a bear
lounging in a hammock
I have coworkers who insist
that it's a monkey,
trapped in a net
but they are wrong.
It's clearly a bear
or, as the layman may call it
the Little Napper
No matter where I am on the floor,
I can see him hanging there in his hammock
enjoying his perpetual vacation
maybe sipping on a nice tall beer
soaking up the sun -
not being a trapped monkey
like all of us down here
He pairs kinds of rain with kinds of jazz
like some folks do with wine and cheese.
He says a thunderstorm goes best with bebop
Especially if you can time the record just right
for the drums to explode just as the sky does
He says free jazz is for those unpredictable days,
where the rain keeps coming,
but will ebb and flow at it's own pace
He says a light Sunday drizzle is the perfect time
to pull out Miles Davis' Birth of the Cool,
and sip slowly on the moment
I think he may be a synesthete.
Norman Nardini was not, as I had thought before,
the writer of the infamous "Smoke Two Joints"
A song many of my generation will attribute
to the ska band Sublime,
whose cover of the song played at every stoner party
throughout the 90s,
or Bob Marely.
It was actually written by a band
called The Toyes -
mispelled with an e, which is weird.
Also, I've learned,
that Norman Nardini does not have his own Wikipedia page
instead, he's clumped in with a whole batch
of Pittsburgh blues artists.
I sort of felt offended by this.
I don't really know why.
I'm not a huge Nardini fan, not like my Dad is.
I couldn't tell you a single song he wrote, honestly,
Though, I thought I could a few minutes ago.
Yet somehow the nostalgia
I inherited from my father
reached up and twitched my eyebrow.
"How" I asked out loud
in my father's voice,
in my head
"could a blues legend like Nardini
not have his own Wikipedia."
"I mean, fucking Justin Beiber has one!"