Monday, May 5, 2014

5326. NOW TO THE HORN BLEND

NOW TO THE HORN BLEND
Those old cops were again on the 
street  -  knowing full well that any 
Philly boychik could outrun them 
on the fly. Silly white dick they be.
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'In the alleys and doorways of old
 Greenwich Village you can see the
dead walking the streets up and down.
From your tenement tops you can drop
down your garbage....' Refrains like
that can come and go.
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Two new girls walk in, just wanderin'.
A 1950's dark cafe this is not : as can
be seen by the sick, sweetly drinks they
buy, and they tander to the patter.
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That means 'talk endlessly on' and I
just made it up.
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['Poetry's work is the clarification and
magnification of being'. Just like, say,
Brahms. Out with the old. And now
to the horn blend.]...

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