by David Atwood
Through the wall while half in dream
I heard the taptaptap
like a conductor's baton
when my father readied for work.
A job that paid him
to ride a train for days at a time.
A job I did not understand
that had him climb aboard a caboose
hours before other fathers
would even smell their coffee.
A job a five year old would trade Christmas to have.
I imagined it was the taptaptap of his comb
after perfecting a Brylcreem curl
over one eye like Elvis.
My fertile imagination
filling the blanks
of things not yet understood.
Years later, I ready for my day
Years later, I ready for my day
and taptaptap my toothbrush on the sinks edge
I finally understand.
And now I question everything
that I ever thought I understood
about my father.
New Orleans native DAVID ATWOOD is a working voice actor and graduate of the LSU School of Architecture. With careers ranging from radio DJ to professional musician, Atwood's common denominator has always been writing. He self-published his first book of poetry "Find Your Way Home" in 2011, and his second book, "Catfish Bones and Cajun Ghosts" will be coming out within the next few months. Having lived in Los Angeles and Atlanta he and his wife, writer Christee Gabour Atwood, now make their home in central Louisiana
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