Alan's Blues Poem by Myra Jefferson

I woke up this morning
With another man's child drooling on my arm
For her, for her
Stumbling out of bed after a hard night
Of chasing monsters and bringing water
Cutting my foot on legos
For her, for her
Fishing my razor out of a wastebasket
Full of used tampons and baby wipes
Getting in a van with an empty gas tank
Filling it up again
Making me late again
For her, for her
Avoiding that fine receptionist
Who grabbed my crotch last month
I think that's the last time
I'd been touched
Smiling at the boss' daily spiel
Keeping silent keeping still
For her, for her
Driving home wringing wet
In a van with no air
That could've been repaired
But ordered blinds instead
For her, for her
Inching home with traffic slow as a snail
Getting the finger at least every mile
Coming in the door hearing her family sing
How I'm not doing anything
And all she did all day
Was help some hamburger
What more can I say?