CHARLIE

How many Charlies have you known in your life... that meant something to you?

It was a crowed place and there you were... playing that strange to me instrument........
There you were laying in a Hammock... you had to lay in it to Play.... and No Fret board.... how did you stretch the stings?    Wood tones...  the highly polished  rounded look of a Sitar or Balalaika... and that Hammock with you in it .... for the lazy player.... enjoying every second.......

It was a crowed place....  I heard the music first... and wondered... what the fuck was that sound?

It was you Charlie....  playing   unbeknownst   to me...... you remembered me.. you were happy....

You said i'll be right back and went to take a Shit..........

You left your prized instrument with me..............to watch over...

I had no idea what to do with it........

I was waiting and waiting for you to come back.... and teach me.

There was a young woman with her boyfriend seated on the bleacher up behind my back.. she made a remark directed towards me...  I forget what it was .. but it was disparaging ......  I ignored it and frankly did not even know it was directed at me until I  went to leave and heard her boyfriends voice Say  'HEY... don't you walk away from her..... she is talking to you'.... I kept going... no offense...  He was angry... and I did not want to nor did I participate.....

It was like Barking dogs.......  Like the gang I ran into at the rest area up on the Interstate in some fuck where Kansas.. ..  my KIN ...... the Ruffians... with their blue eyes.... getting right up in my personal space and saying hey man how you doing? as people walked into the foyer.... near the bathrooms at just the right time I suspect... perhaps intervening ... what I feared may have been a gut punch to an old man and maybe a robbery... or maybe I am just paranoid....? Non the less.....

Thanks for the Lessons you gave to me Charlie.... when you finally came back... that damn thing was not so easy to play.... but you played it quite well....  even though I did not really care for the sound it made ... myself.

Others I am sure it may  have pleased......

Marking our Minds..........  Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark............
with indelible ink.............

Tic Tac Toe  Charts.........

Everything you have contact with.......

What interests us as Children........... ?
and seems a long time ago........?

           CHARLIE