my monkey reads you well

your hands in your pocket

that lopsided smile

your balled handkerchief in right pocket

coat all wrinkled

and jeans so dirty

my monkey reads you well

your feet so dirty

sweat stains on your shirt

your suitcase open

in the centre of the room

a banana on top of it

my monkey reads you well

on that bed

under the covers

sloppily you fall asleep

I scatter the pillows

my deed done so well

my monkey reads me well

it pushes me into the bathroom

under flowing water I wash it

it hands me a towel,

I wipe it clean

taking in back where it belongs

my monkey reads me well

no one would have believed

it was I who knifed him

if we had left the room

and gone on our way

but for my monkey who wanted to stay

"and why not, it was his monkey too"