Even an atheist
Has dreams of
Meeting his father
In heaven
This atheist will sit
On a rocking chair
Next to his dad
Looking over clichéd clouds
And gimmicky sunsets
He’ll talk to his father
Like an adult
Something he’s never done
Because this atheist
Was nine
When his father died
A stranger his mom loved
That took every conversation
They would have ever had
To the grave
But now in heaven
They’ll talk like adults
Because this atheist is
Thirty-two now
Almost thirty-three
He’s sitting on a rocking chair
In heaven
Drinking iced-tea with his dad
On a porch in the clouds
Like in the movies
And he’s got so many questions
To ask his Old Man
Did you ever listen to Bob Dylan?
Yeah I did – I loved Bob Dylan
Me too, Dad
