knock knock

for thirty five years
shave and a hair cut two bits
my father and i

shaving on one side
sensodyne on the other
knocking through the wall

singing in haiku
“i saw those harbour lights
knocking at my door”

paying him to sing
his birthday seventeenth
my birthday also

cherished brother three
they paid my father twenty
two dollars to sing

his favorite joke
two dollars to sing and
twenty to be quiet

yehudi was in
our “icebox” turning off light
refrigerator

you would have to guess
who’s on tv during dinner
“He’s on tonight”

tom jones glen campbell
kojak mannix columbo
barnaby jones

standing in doorway
on the way to dinner
dancing macarena

my mother’s cooking
makes you so happy you dance
before and after

even without salt
after his heart attack
i was ten years old

oven fried chicken
never having anything fried
still delicious

salt isn’t necessary
unless you have a
salt deficiency

and you can even
though it’s quite unheard of
these united states