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“On another day
I paid tribute
to Dylan walking
across town
from second avenue
to Hudson and 11th
in some kind
of pilgrimage
to the White Horse Tavern
and sitting
on the shiny
red plastic
covered stool
at that long
dark wooden bar
I ordered a beer
and recited aloud
the words
“Over St John’s Hill”
…
I much preferred
Finnegan’s Wake
on 1st and 73rd
I’d meet
the postman
a Ukrainian
late at the end
of his shift
we’d sit
drink Schlitz
and talk about
songs and hymns,
of the day
he ran from
the Red Army Choir
in Bute Dock
in Wales
then he’d sing softly
Ar hyd yr nos.”
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From the long poem “I pay tribute again”
©25111977
Celfypridd 