Jim Wise

Spent the day with my dad and his old friend, Jim Wise
He's on house arrest and he sits around inside
We brought him food from Panera Bread, the snoring sun rolled out of bed
He talked about his ninety Corvette, his warehouse job, and his knee replacement

Jim Wise mercy killed his wife in a hospital at her bedside
And he put the gun to his head and it jammed and he didn't die
He went to trial all summer long and his eyes welled up when he told us
About how much she loved the backyard garden and the budding rosebush

She loved the garden, and its budding rosebush
Spent the day with my dad, and his friend Jim Wise

Spent the day with my dad and his old friend, Jim Wise
He's got a big thick ankle bracelet and he can't go outside
He's got a long white Amish man's beard and a catheter
And he'll be headed to Mansfield prison by the end of the year for sure

His shelves are sticky old ratty boards
His albums are The Doors and Stevie Nicks
His kitchen cabinets are full of baked beans
His TV is sound, words flash across the screen and he stares off into dead air

Jim Wise killed his wife out of love for her at her bedside
And then he put the gun to his head but he failed at suicide
His trial's coming up in the fall and he sighed when we stepped out and we left
And I pointed out the pretty cardinal perched on the empty birdbath

The bright red cardinal, the empty birdbath
Spent today with my dad and his friend Jim Wise