my ole man took me to the fulton fish market we walk around the guts and the scalesmy ole man show mw the dead fish, eyes like throat spit he say “yo hongry boy?” i say “naw not yet”my ole man show me how to pick the leavings he say people throw away fish that not rotten
we scaling on our knees back uptown on lenox sold five fish, keepin one for the pot
my ole man copped a bottle of wine he say, “boy, build me a fire out on the lot”
backyard cat climbin up my leg for fish i make as fire in the ash can
my ole man come when he smell fish frank williams is with him, they got wine
my ole man say “the boy cotch the big one” he tell the big lie and slap me on the head
i give the guts to the cat and take me some wine we walk around the sparks like we in hell
my ole man is laughin and coughin up wine he say. “you hongry boy?” i say “naw, not yet”
next time i go to the fulton fish market first thing i do is take a long drink of wine.
What’s up family? Hope all is well and that the new week treats you kindly. And by all means, when you go to the fulton fish market, have that drink of wine.
Peace, Tenthltr2u