Good Friday
Memories flash of Pops
Picking me up from school
Happy to leave early
Only to find myself
Sitting in an empty church
Listening to priests chant prayers
That I never understood
Years of catholic school
And I still don't know what it all means
Other that today
Means Jesus is dead
And that he'll come back on Sunday
That's the tall tale I learned
Many years ago
Today Good Friday meant
Po'boys at the Farmers market
Eavesdropping on transplants
And their festive drunk self made family
Koreatown adventures
In our old neighborhood
Crowded streets
Missing new night markets
Dodger games on the radio
And turning in early
Jesus may have died for our sins on Friday
And he'll pull his zombie routine on Sunday
But it will not be a holy day for me on Saturday
Because tomorrow is a work day
Happy chocolate bunny and candy egg weekend