Bluebird

(Lights up.

HANK appears asleep in

bed, lying on his back. A

small bluebird, however,

is perched lightly on his

large, exposed stomach.)

BLUEBIRD:

Hank... Hank?

HANK:

Hmm?

BLUEBIRD:

Everybody's asleep... can I come out.

HANK:

Christ, buddy...

BLUEBIRD:

Aw, Hank...

HANK:

Alright, alright. Come on out. How you doin', buddy?

BLUEBIRD:

Aw, I don't know... It's awful dark in there, Hank.

HANK:

Mmm.

BLUEBIRD:

And you keep dumping all that whiskey on me, Hank. And all that smoke...

HANK:

Yes, I know it buddy.

BLUEBIRD:

...Hank?

HANK:

Hm?

BLUEBIRD:

How come you don't tell anybody about me, Hank? How come you keep me all cooped up inside you. You just thunder around, gruntin' and swearin' at everybody, and you drink so much that nobody even knows I'm here. They just see the mean, drunk side, Hank. Why don't you let me out, Hank.

(Beat.)

HANK:

Just go to bed, buddy. Go on back in.

(Blackout.)