He Was Just My Brother

he was never famous
he never appeared on TV
he never saved anybody
from a burning building
he never made a lot of money
he was an automobile mechanic and
he worked construction for awhile
his hair always long
his skin tanned brown and
sometimes
when he answered the phone
his voice sounded like
he had a southern accent
he never had any tattoos
but for a short time
he owned a motorcycle
he never got to see me
graduate from high school
but I remember when
he once gave me the money
for the new Pink Floyd album
he never learned to play the guitar
he smoked Merit cigarettes
and liked eating fried okra
he died in 1983
leaving for the weekend
like he sometimes did
but on sunday night
he never came back home