The night my father left his fourth wife
He dropped by my apartment with a bottle of scotch
Do you have any pain killers - He asked - My knees are killing me
I gave him a morphine pill
Playing country music is easier than making a free throw
My father said, sat at my keyboard and played Today I Started Loving You Again
We killed the bottle
Listening to Patsy Cline sing
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
Over and over and over again
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