Because we all want to write more poems.
Blue Moon Tavern, Fifty Years Too Late
I drink alone,
Invisible as a ghost,
Irrelevant as a poem.
I thought I saw you just now,
But it was my reflection,
I am unrecognizable in reverse.
Difference between a poet and
A drunk? About an hour.
That's a joke, there's no difference.
Roethke and Hugo, be my guardian angels,
Keep my beer from spilling,
Guide my pen tonight.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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Neil McKay
January 31, 2013
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This poem took about 3 and a
This poem took about 3 and a half months to incubate. I started it sitting in the Blue Moon tavern in the U District of Seattle where Theodore Roethke held court in the 40s and Richard Hugo pickled his liver too. I so wanted to write a good poem that night in that holy place but it was not ready to come out of me.
I finished it tonight, sitting at Skylark drinking yet another beer and listening to good jazz.
Benjamin Gorman
February 1, 2013
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A fine tribute to the greats
A fine tribute to the greats whose ghosts inhabit all good watering holes.