I remember sitting in this diner with my grandfather as a kid.
He knew everybody and everyone knew him.
I have great memories of this city.
They are all sunny and bright, but now…
Even when the sun is shinning it is dark.
At any moment in time my cellphone is going to ring.
I am going to be told to rush off to some street at the corner of somewhere and pick up
some poor victim of a crime.
Sometimes it’s bad, real bad, and the poor hurt soul asks me not to keep them alive.
They are so ashamed of what was done to them…
In a state of unforgettable pain.
I should have left this hell hole,
but I can’t.
My daughter is still here
There is no way her momma is going to let me take her,
and that dirty crook lawyer husband of hers, got judges and thugs in his pocket.
Phone is ringing.
Got to go,
one dead, one really messed up and one hysterical woman.
My night shift begins.