Hey, Big Daddy, I miss you.

I miss you most of all

When I wake up one wet morning

So early that the dark iron sky

Conceives just a tear of daylight

In the corner of its eye.

 

Hey, Big Daddy, I miss you.

I miss a piece of white bread,

Warm like a newborn,

Thin-skin butter and a cup of coffee

In an outstretched arm.

 

Especially today, when a mucker wind

Mats soggy leaves and mixes sore dirt,

And my cup is torn into pieces,

And my bread is a heap of crumbs;

I miss you, my wonderful central;

I miss you being part of my life.

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