DAVE VAN RONK
Naked assortments quite foul. The line of cars
along 4th Street tonight makes me cringe : I want
a white willow but a get a brown ash. The guitar
store has fallen in on itself - all those corpulent
ghosts of a Summer long ago. When singers singed
on the street, hot to go at it. They lined up queerly,
even the 'Mayor' of Greenwich Village came by.
Quartermaster, longshoreman, merchant marine,
what have you all the same singing for supper
in sun or in rain.
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