Sit down [with] a cup of coffee or a cigarette while you put on your favourite record. Listen to it as you would watch a movie.
Gee dad, is that the secret? I knew you knew, dad. So like when you’re sitting in the den with your coffee and cigarettes listening to your favorite records when mommy is shouting at you from the kitchen, you turn the music up louder because you want to hear it better! Is that it, dad?
How about when you get off work at the plant? Instead of coming straight home as you promised mommy, me and little sissy, you always end up at the tavern? Is it because they have that new jukebox that plays all the new records that you don’t have here, dad?
But what does it mean when mommy says you like to drink away the rent money, dad?
She calls your coffee funny names like “whisky” “bourbon” “scotch” and “gin” I think. Yeah, funny names for coffee, dad. Don’tcha think too, dad?
Mommy says you stay at the tavern because of a waitress named Dolores. Mommy says Dolores brings you lots to drink and even lights your cigarettes when you’re too tired to light them yourself. And Dolores does other things mommy says she won’t talk about in mixed company or in front of us children.
Mommy’s thinking about taking a trip by herself somewhere but doesn’t know where yet.
Is Dolores going to be my new aunt or new mommy, dad?
Oh golly gee, so many questions. My head hurts, dad. But thanks for telling me the secret to learning how to play harmonica by ear, dad! I just can’t wait til I’m old enough to have some coffee and cigarettes of my very own. Then I’ll be able to listen, really listen to records and learn how to play just like you, dad! And wont’ that be fun?
And golly gee wilikers, dad, do you think then maybe you could tell me the secret about the birds and the bees. You see my back hurts from carrying all these biology books from the library trying to find the answers. Maybe you and your waitress friend Dolores can help me, huh, what do you say, dad? Okay?
Well okay, thanks again dad for sharing your harmonica secrets with me! I sure do appreciate them, dad! Love ya, Bobby!