Cheap Suit - Jeffrey Foucault

There’s a man in a cheap suit

Holding a beer can

Standing on his back porch

Looking out past the highway

The sun is going down

In a field of dry corn

And the slider keeps catching

And the screen is torn

His tie is loose

His socks are thin

He shakes the can once

And goes back in

He walks between his children

And the television glow

To the kitchen for another

To the living room alone

There’s a knock-off Gibson

Leaning in the corner

Where he left it the last time

He felt like this

He pushes on the tuners

With his eyes shut tight

Runs out a figure with his left hand

Until the chord sounds right

When he sings he looks so far away

Like there’s something

He almost remembers

And doesn’t know how to say

I see him from the doorway

I see that look in his eye

And I know I’m going to go there

Where my father’s dreams lie