Tommy, Friend And Mentor

Since long ago, for many years,

I’ve loved drinking alone and listening to Tommy growl

or sing falsetto or kick a can or caress a piano.

Whatever the sentiment,

I’m never alone when Tommy’s around.

I’m never stir crazy or stuck when Tommy’s pounding through the speakers.

Actually we’ve sailed for Singapore together and hung out as ghosts on Hennepin.

It’s funny and great how you can know someone so well without ever having met.

It’s funny how you could pass your hero on the street and you’d be just another face.

Or would he see in you something familiar? An understanding?

Would he recognize a friend?

Would he remember all the nights we got drunk and traded stories?

Or the times we’ve road tripped to Burma Shave or tangoed till they were sore?


About npeligeiro

N. Peligeiro is still trying his hand at teaching and learns more as he goes. He doesn’t subscribe to that whole “those who can’t do, teach” theory and he repents for being less than a model student back in Minnesota when he was young and knew he knew it all. Currently Mr. Peligeiro is probably somewhere in South America, but it’s hard to say because he moves around a lot and burns through money because he has a space between his two front teeth that he hasn’t gotten fixed yet even though an old Chinese sage told him it was bad physiognomy and he’d always have financial problems while the space remained. He likes to write when he’s got something to say. When he doesn’t he keeps his mouth shut and his pen capped.
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