It was the arthritis,
he said,
as he handed me his
envelope.
But he used to have
a name for himself.
A hundred dollar ad
in a local paper.
Must have sold him
about sixteen of ’em
just from that one ad,
he said as he pulled out
his pictures.
That was the biggest,
but I only did that one
once. Hard working in
a shop with no heat,
arthritis and all.
But he used to have
a name for himself.
Doghouse Jim.
A hundred dollar ad
in a local paper.
now THAT is jazz
Close enough, anyway.