biography of a man and a girl named Tuesday

a drunkard walks into a bar 

and says,

"where's my Tuesday?"

you're drunk! we shout

you alcoholic!

the alcoholic puts his face in his hands 

and says, 

"where's my Tuesday?"

fuck off! we shout

you're a mailman!

the mailman starts to look real sad 

and asks, 

"have you seen Tuesday?"

no sir, we say

you're a lonelyman.

the lonelyman begins to tear at his hair

and cries,

"please find my Tuesday."

he thinks of his bicycle

crushed by a motor car in '98

and this girl with a red mouth and a soft smile

who turned on a flashlight

put on her hoodie and looked

with him all night

they put up signs.

the boy fights angrily to keep from crying

and says,

"i'm a man i'm a man"

the girl shakes her head and her hair falls loose

and she says

"but i'll never love anyone else"

and he punches his backpack to the sidewalk

and shouts

"i don't need you!"

and she nods her chin and pulls in her fists 

and says

"i never said you did"

the drunkard lays his head on the counter 

and sobs

"she found my bicycle"

he looks at his fists clutching a dollar forty-eight

and says

"she gave me a dollar forty-eight for repairs"

we look at him and he looks at the bartender

and shakes his head

"i never made them"

the mailman smiles a big happy smile

"have you seen Tuesday?

she's the prettiest girl in the world

and i used to deliver her letters

and she used to hold a flower

and wait on the sidewalk 

wearing lipstick and an old pair of boots

and i love her"
he stops

"have you seen my Tuesday?"

we do not say

she's out back 

selling crack

so she can send her baby to school

she loves that kid

like she used to love you

for his laugh and his fighting

he's four

but she won't see anyone who won't

pay up front

so she won't see you

and she'd like to drive up to the city to visit

but she don't own a car

just a rusty red bicycle

we don't say that

we say

you're a drunkard

get out.