The Last Quarter

            (a Tom Waits kind of drunk poem for

            a poet friend who calls himself Moonface)

 

Sing Motherfucker!  …Sing!

Like Moonface in the dark, in the cold,

‘cause that Jack’s off the track

he ain’t never coming back

 

…he had his long-johns on.

 

Nah, funerals ain’t funny,

but ya gotta laugh,

‘cause he ain’t had nothing from nobody

‘cept Sally once, or maybe Sue–

there’s two women with wishes

for more than the dishes

that just got old

cold Moonface

 

…with his long-johns on

 

Yeah, Sing Motherfucker!  Sing!

–like the devil saying he’s sorry

after all these years

‘cause that Jack’s off the track

he ain’t never coming back

 

…he had his long-johns on.

 

by William Waters 

 

William Waters is an associate professor, associate chair, and director of composition in the Department of English at the University of Houston Downtown. Along with Sonja Foss, he is coauthor of Destination Dissertation: A Traveler’s Guide to a Done Dissertation. His research and teaching interests are in writing theory and practice, the history of the English language, linguistics, and modern grammar.

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