I’m Fine, Really

The rain is wonderful. Gray sky all day makes me way drowsy. 

Janet told my sister I was homeless and sleeping in her backyard. 

My sister sent me a text. It read, “If you need a place to stay for a little while, you can stay at my house.”

I called and told her, “I’m fine. It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

And, it’s not. It’s not bad at all. Not near as bad as living with relatives. 

Besides, I’ll be able to sleep on Janet’s couch tonight. 

Inside her house. 

Away from the rain.

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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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3 Responses to I’m Fine, Really

  1. Live, brother. Doing the best we can is doing enough. If your heart is content then sit. If it’s not, then shift, then move. God bless.

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