Old Widower Man

Every morning
old widower man sits outside his tiny trailer
on a worn aluminum folding chair
under an awning not far from the pier

Reads the paper
drinks coffee through teeth stained in nicotine
(some of which are still his own)
holding a stogy with nicotine fingers, listening to the gulls

Afternoons, if it’s not too hot, he gathers with the other ancients
to play pinocle or drop a line to catch a fish
sit in the folding chair all day
catching and shooting the breeze.

His son and wife have come to town
staying at the Motel 6
widower man’s trailer much too small
for company

“It’s time for you to come with us
back home to Indiana
to that nice assisted living place we talked about;
after all, you are four score and ten.”

“We want to hear no more about it!
You’re  much too old  to live alone, here in this trailer park;
this dump so far away from us;
we’ll pick you up on Saturday to take you home to Indiana.

And when they left for the Motel 6
old widower man took his folding chair to the darkened pier
sat by the water in the moonlight, looking over the bay
listening to the night sounds, humming “Perfidia”

his young fingers
gently held a woman’s breast
his nicotine fingers
gently held a gun.





About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Old Widower Man

  1. beetleypete says:

    At least this one was not autobiographical, Frank.
    Great atmosphere though. I could see the man in his chair.
    Best wishes, Pete,


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