REMEMBER IT ALL
'...Like it was yesterday : the gibsome swan,
the stand at Ebb's Lane, the dominoes at the
Cathedral Fever Diner. She came strolling in,
Ellen, and said it was 'her turn to sit.'
And so she did. I came unglued by beauty -
or something approaching it. A small hand
on a lit cigarette, two large glasses of wine.'
-
That was what he said, anyway. The truth of
the matter was he on the the phone when
the cops came in. They hustled him away for
dealing in drugs, not people. He only wished
as much in his skyscraper notebook. A
filthy Philadelphia King, a dead-ringer for
some Rocky Balboa from a dead-man's Hell.
'...Like it was yesterday : the gibsome swan,
the stand at Ebb's Lane, the dominoes at the
Cathedral Fever Diner. She came strolling in,
Ellen, and said it was 'her turn to sit.'
And so she did. I came unglued by beauty -
or something approaching it. A small hand
on a lit cigarette, two large glasses of wine.'
-
That was what he said, anyway. The truth of
the matter was he on the the phone when
the cops came in. They hustled him away for
dealing in drugs, not people. He only wished
as much in his skyscraper notebook. A
filthy Philadelphia King, a dead-ringer for
some Rocky Balboa from a dead-man's Hell.
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