I think back fondly of the time I crashed that party
Across the street, in that wealthy neighborhood
Where the graduate school I attended was located
I had a good time, enjoyed myself and they me
In the house that hosted the party I crashed
I noticed authentic early Christian art and statuary
Just before the sun broke, we were sitting on the floor
The daughter was holding a grey box in her hand
Which contained her father’s ashes
He was an organist and purchased the art
Before it became valuable, at a good price, she said
We partied all night, and when the sun rose
She had to drive away to her job as a waitress
I walked across the street to the quiet graduate school
Found my room down the dark hallway, and crashed
David Fekete 