Una postal nadalenca

Kirin Patal.

Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Hey Charlie, I’m pregnant and living              [on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore off                     [Euclid Avenue
And I stopped takin’ dope and I quit               [drinkin’ whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone              [and works out at the track
He says that he loves me, even though           [it’s not his baby
He says that he’ll raise him up like he            [would his own son
And he gave me a ring that was worn             [by his mother
And he takes me out dancin’ every                  [Saturday night
And hey Charlie, I think about you                  [everytime I pass a fillin’ station
On account of all the grease you used             [to wear in your hair
And I still have that record of Little                 [Anthony and the Imperials
But someone stole my record player,              [now how do you like that?
Hey Charlie, I almost went crazy after            [Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live with my             [folks
But everyone I used to know was                     [either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis, this                 [time I think I’m gonna stay
Hey Charlie, I think I’m happy for the             [first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the money we                   [used to spend on dope
I’d buy me a used car lot and I                          [wouldn’t sell any of ‘em
I’d just drive a different car every day             [dependin’ on how I feel
Hey Charlie, for chrissakes, if you                   [want to know the truth of it
I don’t have a husband, he don’t play              [the trombone
I need to borrow money to pay this                 [lawyer, and Charlie, hey
I’ll be eligible for parole come                          [Valentine’s day
Tom Waits, «Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis» (Blue Valentine, 1978).