No Mistake

I woke this mornin’ about 4 and stared at the ceiling. I took a deep breath, exhaled and smiled.  I wasn’t worried about a thing.

The generator on my car had gone out two nights ago. Actually, when my car died at midnight two nights ago, I didn’t know the generator was the problem. I mean, the battery light located on the dashboard came on and the engine stopped. Just like that.

So it wasn’t till yesterday, after the guy at the auto parts store gave my car the once over with his diagnostic instruments, that I knew it was the generator.

Well, all I knew, really, was the auto parts guy said, “It’s your generator…or maybe it’s an alternator. Either way, it’s shot.”

“Bummer,” I said.

But I wasn’t worried.

And when he said, “The rebuilt’s gonna cost $300.”

I didn’t bother to say anything.

But, still, I wasn’t worried.

And when my buddy logged onto the internet and found a rebuilt just like the rebuilt at the store for half the price and said, “It’ll be here in 2 days.”

I knew I had no reason to worry.

So I woke this mornin’ and I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t thinkin’ about my car. I was thinkin’ bout my girl and how I needed to send her some money. And I knew I’d have money to send her.  And I knew I’d send it to her. And I wasn’t worried.

yeah, I woke this mornin’ and I was thinkin’ bout Joey. I was thinkin’ bout how I used to worry bout him spendin’ too much time inside and alone but, then I remembered how he has made friends with some neighbor boys, boys with whom he can do outdoor things like fish, crab and explore the entire Northwest Florida Shore. I remembered that and I wasn’t worried.

This mornin’, around 4 o’clock, I woke up and I wasn’t worried…about my car, my girl or my boy. I wasn’t worried coz I knew they and I were right where we belonged.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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