Albert Appleton - Harry Lipson

    Albert Appleton worked down at Sammy's car wash
    He was deaf and dumb but always eagle eyed
    He vacuumed out the ashtrays and the back seats of the cars
    He was the rag man over on the driver's side

    Jokes were told at Al's expense, he was always made the goat
    Some were harmless as it goes, but some were cruel
    Al would nod his head and smile, and go on working all the while
    Just to be one of the boys he played the fool

    He headed off each evening in his lonely silent world
    The jokes and pain wore off as he walked home
    He fixed supper for himself on a rusty hot plate ring
    Then he'd remember his reflections in the chrome

    He did the dishes after dinner until they glistened
    Then he'd sit down with his paper and his pen
    And until very late at night, Albert Appleton would write
    He let out all of the words he kept within

    He polished up his metaphors and he buffed his rhyming verse
    He vacuumed out the corners of his mind
    When he didn't show for work one week, they found him on the floor
    And they found twelve hundred poems he left behind

    No one realized that he could write, much less the way he did
    He was taken for the fool he seemed to be
    He couldn't hear and he couldn't speak but he wrote in brilliant rhymes
    He was a genius in our midst that we didn't see

    They did a story of his life in The New Yorker magazine
    A posthumous book of poems drew rave reviews
    Some poems were harmless as they go but some were cold and cruel
    And the boys at Sammy's car wash weren't amused

    They told jokes at Al's expense, he was always made the goat
    Sammy's car wash still washed cars with the same old folks
    They hired a new man to vacuum ashtrays and the back seats of the cars
    And they made damn sure he could talk and hear their jokes

    Albert Appleton worked down at Sammy's car wash
    He was taken for the fool he seemed to be
    He used to nod his head and smile, go on working all the while
    He was the genius in our midst that we didn't see
    He was the genius, in our midst, that we didn't see

    © 1985 by Harry Lipson

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