Donât go down Highland Street
all that much anymore
but I had to get my glasses fixed
Right there in front
of the old coffee shop was Walter
just sitting where heâd always sit
& he was staring in the window
& maybe at you
or maybe at whomeverâs walking him
to fetch your muffins & your Sunday papers
the way we used to
I donât drink coffee
all that much anymore
When I do I fix it at home
Donât do the crosswords Sundays
I can feel dumb other ways
I could never finish them alone
Sundays I ride down to the dog park
on the other side of town
just to sit down in the shade
& watch those puppies running round
I donât miss feeling bad & dreading every call
The constant screaming dialogue
I swear that there were some days
it felt like I was only
coming around for your dog
All those sunny days with Walter
chasing squirrels around the park
& the way heâd flip
when he would see me coming
like the way he did this morning
with his big old Walter bark
Bark bark
Bark bark
Bark bark, hey there Walter
Bark bark