A vast proportion of Tom’s work is focused on the people and places in our societies that we often forget or chose to ignore. Even though Tom’s work may have a beautiful sense of irony and elements of sarcasm, the words he writes never fail to strike home the fact that while we live our comfortable lives, there are others who are not always so lucky for what ever reason.
Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
Hey Charlie I’m pregnant and living on 9th Street right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue and I stopped takin dope and I quit drinkin whiskey and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track
he says that he loves me even though it’s not his baby he says that he’ll raise him up like he would his own son and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother and he takes me out dancin every Saturday night
and hey Charlie I think about you everytime I pass a fillin station on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair and I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials but someone stole my record player now how do you like that?
hey Charlie I almost went crazy after Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live with my folks but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison so I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I’m gonna stay
hey Charlie I think I’m happy for the first time since my accident and I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope I’d buy me a used car lot and I wouldn’t sell any of em I’d just drive a different car every day dependin on how I feel
hey Charlie for chrissakes if you want to know the truth of it I don’t have a husband he don’t play the trombone I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charlie hey I’ll be eligible for parole come Valentine’s day