MAD ABOUT
Doppelganger sans pareil : all
that crap and the stories that
go with it. Pay no never-mind
to anything but. I go by train,
general, sir, to Morristown.
I bivouac where you once
stayed with your miserable
Klonsky troops. We sit
around the frozen tentgrounds
camping, finding oases where
they fall, learning a hundred
new things abut it all; learning
Jews and getting news in this
only-now new world.
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I would want to go where the
modern jazzmen blanches, just
to watch people growing old,
the ones who never thought
it would happen to them;
the wise-ass ones, the infested
ones. All those 1940's dudes.
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We have re-settled the fringes
of Olive Town now : the old
hay-barn, where Sadler kept
5 cows, the loft where Betty
gave it up to me, and - of course -
the silly makeshift playhouse where
the locals staged 'Carousel' to death.
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