Watching the Treasure of the Sierra Madre With My Father
Xmas eve
I woke up in my
Parents flat
A shoe always a size
Too small
& sat with my father
As he worked his way
Through the TV channels
Hold on I said
I recognized
The opening scene
Of a black & white movie
Let´s watch this
He groaned
& said he didn´t like
Those old movies
Give it a chance
I said
& he did
& my hangover melted
& the old man got
Gripped
With the bust & boom
& the federals
& then 10 minutes
Before the end
I pulled on my coat
To go leave
& he asked me how
The movie ended
Just watch it I said
& he did
& it was raining out
& my hangover was gone
& I caught a bus
& went drinking again
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