Alone in a Church
First time saw Alfred was in New York, 1955. He appeared on a
Clubs ‘stage playing sweet music. I was alone and frightened
lost in a strange world so my father followed me back to the ship a
night of yellow fog and light rain.
For many years, I didn’t see Alfred busy as I was growing up and
yes, not to forget all the beautiful girls how can a father compete
with that?
In was only in later years when penniless and abandoned he came
back, playing sweet music and listened to my story, just nodding his
head and helping me up. I sat in a church it was warm and in front
of me a big note Enough for a good dinner and a bottle of wine, but
Alfred was there too I had to find a moral middle way so I had me wine and food but went back to the church and put the change in the collection box. Last time I saw Alfred was at a hospital he came to
say goodbye from now on I had to learn to live without him. I cried
so loudly that a nurse woke me up asked what was wrong, I told,
she lost interest, go back to sleep, she said, so why the **** did she
wakes me up in the first place. Alfred ‘s face is slowly disappearing,
erased by yellow fog and light rain.