Will Dockery
2017-08-15 13:10:03 UTC
"Shambles"
Yes, the "Richard Pryor"
looking guy
was somewhat interesting
except that he was
so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked
like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder
sitting on the bench
on Broadway at Midnight typing.
He seemed to think
we were from the same
home area
somewhere around Kentucky.
And then he mumbled
something about "North oats"
all along Carolina coasts
where his family
worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories
and his 1970s comedy asides
the out of the side of his mouth
political jabs
and so on
were pretty entertaining.
As I just sat there
and typed
playing the white
straight man type.
Like in Stir Crazy
and Silver Steak
wild Einstein afro hair
flapping in the breeze...
That went okay
for a few minutes
until Pryor
knocked over my coffee.
He seemed to be
embarrassed about that
and wandered away
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles
came along
offered to blow me
right there
for five bucks.
I decided that
along with the chilly breeze
on my back
perhaps it was time
to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark
I got dark.
-Will Dockery
Yes, the "Richard Pryor"
looking guy
was somewhat interesting
except that he was
so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked
like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder
sitting on the bench
on Broadway at Midnight typing.
He seemed to think
we were from the same
home area
somewhere around Kentucky.
And then he mumbled
something about "North oats"
all along Carolina coasts
where his family
worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories
and his 1970s comedy asides
the out of the side of his mouth
political jabs
and so on
were pretty entertaining.
As I just sat there
and typed
playing the white
straight man type.
Like in Stir Crazy
and Silver Steak
wild Einstein afro hair
flapping in the breeze...
That went okay
for a few minutes
until Pryor
knocked over my coffee.
He seemed to be
embarrassed about that
and wandered away
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles
came along
offered to blow me
right there
for five bucks.
I decided that
along with the chilly breeze
on my back
perhaps it was time
to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark
I got dark.
-Will Dockery