Idiolexicon: 10/4/2007


Bob Boston

A Day in the Life of Jesus and Mary

I packed
everything
and nothing
would be forgotten,
right down to my own roll
of toilet paper.

Yet,
once I arrived there,
and went to reach for
my brand new
box
of Tops Menthol
tobacco,
I removed the plastic and
behold!

There was no pouch,
no rolling papers—
no nothing!

And since I knew
I would never be able to
bum cigarettes from
the boys all
night long
and since I knew
they would never allow me
to go
and come back,
I knew something
drastic
needed to transpire.

I called my 83-year-old
grandmother
on the telephone.

Within twenty minutes,
she was on a bus heading
south
on Grand Avenue
to bring me another
box
of tobacco.

When she arrived,
the doorman was completely
blown away.

Why would
anyone cater like that
to any man living
in a shelter,
let alone—
someone’s 83-year-old
Gram?

He greeted her with the
utmost respect,
and even allowed me
to stand outside
with her while
she waited
for the bus to turn
around,
and bring her back
to her apartment.

Once she was
safely on the bus,
the doorman told me
how sweet he thought
she was,
but added I had a hell of
a nerve,
making her cart her
ancient self
on that bus
through the ghetto
on a Friday night,
just to bring me
something
to smoke.

He went onto say—
that was the most selfish
thing
he’d ever
seen
anyone do.

Not sure how
I should respond,
or if I should have responded
at all,
I smiled awkwardly,
waved the box of
Tops Menthol
around in the air.

“Hey, she
made—

good time!”


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