PETRIFIED
Don't denigrate my shoes, OK;
they came with me on the last
tidal wave. Not to act unsure,
but I think I landed right over
there : Marsh-dunk? Palm-trees?
All-night lovers, and reveries.
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I had my own seat at Chumley's.
Hard to believe, but I did. Long
before cell phones and all that,
but I had my spot and there I
sat. Florida to Georgia, to old
Manahatt.
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Me and Whitman, at Pfaff's.
He never drank worth a shit;
got a reputation of being with
the common man. Found a way,
and made a career of it.
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