A Niight in Jail
Posted: 20 Mar 2024, 21:19
A Night in Jail
Leroy Truck, or Track, he used both
as if it didn't matter which was right.
Dad, a New Deal Democrat, picked him
up off the streets, homeless,
gave him a job and a place to live.
Leroy had a widow's peak, hair
slicked back like a forties crooner
which was odd for a Lakota.
Dad bailed him out once a month.
A drunk Indian was high on
a policeman's list.
Leroy was like an uncle to me.
He let me drink with him,
which my dad didn't know.
Leroy was always laughing or smiling
like a mischievous kid.
He made everyone happy.
One night I was drunk and pissed off
about the way Leroy was treated.
I purposely screeched my tires
out front of the police station,
repeatedly. Finally, an officer came out
who knew my dad and told me
to go home, that there wouldn't be
any problem. Of course, that made me
madder. I said to the cop with a slur,
"If I was an Indian, you wouldn't
send me home." Well, that sealed
my fate. They said I could use
the phone. I wouldn't call dad,
spent the night in jail.
Late frost, daffodils withered
by morning. Drunks sleeping it off.
A Night in Jail
Leroy Truck, or Track, he used both as if he didn't know which was right. Dad, a New Deal Democrat,
found him on the streets, homeless, gave him a job and a place to live. Leroy had a widow's peak,
hair slicked back like a forties crooner which was kind of odd for a Lakota. Dad had to bail him out
nearly once a month. A drunk Indian was high on a policeman's list. Leroy was like an uncle to me.
He let me drink with him, which my dad didn't know. Leroy was always laughing or smiling
like a mischievous kid. He made everyone happy.
One night I was drunk and pissed off about the way Leroy was treated. I purposely screeched
my tires out front of the police station, repeatedly. Finally, an officer came out who knew my dad
and told me to go home, that there wouldn't be any problem. Of course, that made me madder.
I said to the cop, "If I was an Indian, you wouldn't send me home." Well, that pretty much sealed
my fate. They said I could use the phone. I wouldn't call dad and spent the night in jail.
late frost
daffodils cut down
by morning
Leroy Truck, or Track, he used both
as if it didn't matter which was right.
Dad, a New Deal Democrat, picked him
up off the streets, homeless,
gave him a job and a place to live.
Leroy had a widow's peak, hair
slicked back like a forties crooner
which was odd for a Lakota.
Dad bailed him out once a month.
A drunk Indian was high on
a policeman's list.
Leroy was like an uncle to me.
He let me drink with him,
which my dad didn't know.
Leroy was always laughing or smiling
like a mischievous kid.
He made everyone happy.
One night I was drunk and pissed off
about the way Leroy was treated.
I purposely screeched my tires
out front of the police station,
repeatedly. Finally, an officer came out
who knew my dad and told me
to go home, that there wouldn't be
any problem. Of course, that made me
madder. I said to the cop with a slur,
"If I was an Indian, you wouldn't
send me home." Well, that sealed
my fate. They said I could use
the phone. I wouldn't call dad,
spent the night in jail.
Late frost, daffodils withered
by morning. Drunks sleeping it off.
A Night in Jail
Leroy Truck, or Track, he used both as if he didn't know which was right. Dad, a New Deal Democrat,
found him on the streets, homeless, gave him a job and a place to live. Leroy had a widow's peak,
hair slicked back like a forties crooner which was kind of odd for a Lakota. Dad had to bail him out
nearly once a month. A drunk Indian was high on a policeman's list. Leroy was like an uncle to me.
He let me drink with him, which my dad didn't know. Leroy was always laughing or smiling
like a mischievous kid. He made everyone happy.
One night I was drunk and pissed off about the way Leroy was treated. I purposely screeched
my tires out front of the police station, repeatedly. Finally, an officer came out who knew my dad
and told me to go home, that there wouldn't be any problem. Of course, that made me madder.
I said to the cop, "If I was an Indian, you wouldn't send me home." Well, that pretty much sealed
my fate. They said I could use the phone. I wouldn't call dad and spent the night in jail.
late frost
daffodils cut down
by morning