They called me Boy but not in the way you think.
The parents hadn’t picked out a middle name.
The hospital needed the paperwork thus the tag.
Looking back , I’m not certain if that was a lie or
There are definitely people without a middle name.
Never will I know the reaction to a boy named Frank.
Thankfully the Cash fan never called me by Sue.
There’s the grandpa I never knew. He was lost in the forest
while hunting deer. Never coming back ..... just disappeared .
Later on when I called them on the story . “ Oh Boy , you’ve
really got that wrong.” Mom asked who’d put that in my head .
Duh ,” Mom its you .” “ I never said that but here’s the real tale ,
a mean looking version of Charles walked out of a bar . The man
he pummeled followed to the car. Put him down from behind.
Bleeding out in a gravel parking lot , the killer never caught.
It was just another story from the Streets of Bakersfield.”
That was a little fib , just about the diction Mom used .. The facts
remain and grandpas would be One hundred and eight today.
A family tells tall tales and remember things in different ways .
A lot of my early years were filled with Coors and Purple Haze.
The Grandma who was his wife , yeah a friendly party girl.
The nicest hairdresser in a small ranching town.
She lived to 61 the first human I ever saw go down .
Oh as an afterthought her name was Thelma Brown.
The grandpa who we know lived one year longer . Booze again ,
way too early , but it seemed that the punishment fit the crime.
Nana Maryanne was the enabler , she couldn’t find fault amongst her boys .
Her mean drunken redneck Bill always rated a second chance .
An open secret in the Tomato canning town . Peyton Place on
horseback , the deception spread around.
Too strange to be a lie , Bill became Abe every Indepence
What made more sense were all the Dui’s.
I idolized this man till his cheating hit deep into my heart.