He’s got a cheap iPod, it plays random songs,
they loaded it for him with his favorite music.
It’s ironic, You’ll Never Walk Alone is playing
as he begins to take his morning walk alone.
His kids are away, his wife- in a different world.
He’s trying to live a more healthy life now.
On early Wednesdays the park belongs to him.
There are no cyclists, dog walkers, or baby strollers.
When he notices how alone he really is, a bluebird
lands on a lamp post to sing his song and in the
distance, scrubby pines sway in the light breeze.
High above him, jets streak across a cloudless sky.
He imagines blood coursing through his veins,
into his four chambers, on to the arteries like the
lessons he taught to his students many years ago.
With the sun on his back and sweat on his cap band
he feels stronger when a Willie Nelson song begins-
Well hello there, my it’s been a long, long time
How am I doin’? Oh I guess that I’m doin’ fine.