MY UNCLE 
 
U wouldn't know by looking at him...
 
Scruffy red blushed face
Flushed/covered with fine lined wrinkles
No end, no beginning
 
Dark freckled treads/mane
Bowl shaped front with a lil side mullet
 
 Permanent blood shot eyes
 
Shaky husky voice
 
Wanders solo on suburban streets
A streetwalker
In worn tired clothing
That holds a long history
Seen many things
Threads barely holding its own
Coming undone
While marching 2 his own beat
 
Going 2 work, an unfamiliar task
The bottle his friend and foe
 
He drives no more
But knows every street, every area of the silicon valley
Better than his own hand, bettr than a gps
 
God bequeathed him a love for learning
He used 2 b a professor
Once in korea and once in Taiwan
 
His children, MIT alums
 
But unless u took the time 2 ask
U wouldn't have even fathomed
There was more 2 this streetwalker character
 
A genius in disguise.
A genius interrupted and plagued by detrimental habits
 
But then again what is a genius supposed 2 look like?