Wrong Decision

Joseph Cavanought ended his workday
It saved pay in the back pocket of his trousers Esemes,
claimed the extra pay.

The night before, has discussed with his wife
It marched to take some drinks with peers
Arrived late to house
Arrived tired, expired and drunk

Margie recriminated him
The small John, crying at the cradle
Tom and Laura, watched tv.

Joseph entered into rage
go their belongings and the bottle of whisky
in an old suitcase
gave a door, and left

Forgot to his family
left behind his home
left his post at the factory
and wandered aimlessly determined
in its old Buick from 68

A cold night of winter,
came to inhospitable motel of carreter
in the middle from no part
in Mojave´s desert

His precarious economic situation
only it he allowed him
small and filthy room

Undresses of light
of a bulb,
scarcely the negligible decoration of the room
was allowing to see

A picture twised in the wall,
a few yellow curtains dye for the passage
of time
A table and two chairs
an apple and two bananas in the icebox

The unique chunk of mirror of the wash-basin,
was allowing to see his face of desesperation
under a deep beard of several weeks

Go down running to the corner
He extracted the last currency that he still had in the pocket,
Unhooked the telephone and called to house
Spoke with her wife and asked for pardon him,
Asked for another opportunity him and said to him that he wanted to return
alredy

-Is late, answered Margie-
-You lost all opportunities-
-Already nobody wants that you turn-
-Not so at least, the small John, question for you-



February 2006