martÍn espada welcome back. >> thank you. >> there's a very short poem in the book, four lines long,at i wonder if it's autobiographical. it's the poet's son. >> yes, it's in the book, and, yes, it is. the poet's son watches his father leave for another gig. once again you're choosing between dignity and christmas. >> that's it. >> that's it. it's like a sub-haiku. it is autobiographical. it is something my son said to me many years ago. now by son is 21 years old. he's a junior at bennington college. he's 6'7". fortunately, he responds to voice commands. he said this about ten years ago. and i never forgot it, obviously. i finally chose to write it down. >> you were leaving? >> i was literally walking out the door. >> going? >> to do another reading somewhere on the road. going anywhere and everywhere. it's what i used to call my tour of dying industrial cities. >> well, i -- >> "hello scranton." >> and he was 11-years-old and -- >> yeah. >> but he objected to your leaving. >> he did, he did. i think to a certain extent, this reflects the sacrifices that parents make if they are art