THAT PERSONAL HANDSHAKE
That personal handshake was swell, even
though the hand was swollen. Fat with time
and jiggered with money and fame. Some
of those fingers seemed so old, I'd swear
they were gong to fall off. I'd never seen
a famous guy like that up close. The
whole thing was weird. Saying hi.
Being asked about myself. Seeing that
funny cowboy hat and dressy striped
pants. Little Jewboy cowpoke, yes
indeed. I loved it, but wanted to
change the subject. I wanted to ask
about Grandpa, who built that fire on
Main Street, and shot it full of holes.
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