Non-Erotic PoetryOn Green Dolphin StreetThat one always gets me
here
He said thumping his chest
reminds me of the old days
in Nola
with the band sober
and clean,
eyes clear and lips rock hard
all night
long.
Cough
Cough
Sniff
Sorry, chokes me up
thinkin'
of the good time,
good times.
Sip of rye
Swallow
Sold my horn for a shot
of shit.
Man, that was a bad deal.
near met my Maker
on the crapper
back of some jazzy joint.
But
that's all behind me
now I'm old enough
to know better.
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