Wish My Dad And I Were Closer

WRITTEN BY: JUSTIN BLACKBURN

i wish i met him before i was born
in a park on a court
for a game of basketball.

i know the way he plays.
i’d let him shoot outside.
every time he’d bring it
to the hole
i’d hack him hard

until he hit me in the mouth.
i’d fall down,
apologize.

he’d hold his hand out,
say “come on, i’ll buy you a beer.”

at the bar i’d ask him why
he thought we were here,
he’d change the subject
to the new york yankees.

i’d pretend i cared,
point at the waitress, say
“i bet she’d make a good wife,
would you ever want kids?”

he’d laugh,”you’re a weird guy.
i don’t know why
but i think you’re alright.”

i wish i met my father before i was born
as the rain inside his storm,
i think he’d want to get to know me better.

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