Makin’ Rounds

My friend’s in the hospital.

His left leg went out on him.

He tried to step up 4 inches from ground to

porch deck but, instead, his leg folded and

he collapsed.

Friends helped him to someone’s van and

he was driven to the e.r. where he was

admitted to

the stroke

unit.

He called me

yesterday afternoon

and I went to see

him this

morning.

He was in good spirits.

He was watching

Little League World Series

on ESPN.

He said, “I can stand

today. Even walk

a little.”

Some guy breezed in talkin’ baseball, steroids and

was able to complete my buddy’s

EKG in about

10 minutes.

Then, some doctor came in, looked

over my friend’s bad leg and

said, “Much

better. MRI

tomorrow.”

Then,

it was time

for me

to go.

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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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