Nighttime Traffic Jam - Un callejon sin salida
I pass my father
In the hall
Several times a night
When I get up to take a piss
I run into my Uncle Mike
Waiting in line
With Grandpa Bill and
My Great-Grandfather Jim Boots
I'm no sooner back in bed
Than I hear them
Lining up again
Crowding my dark hallway
I guess even in death
Your prostrate won't
Let you get
Uninterrupted rest
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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