I stood next to Richie Havens
when he was hand slammin' that most powerful right hand in music history
in front of the Village Gate, begging for money
before Woodstock & all
I couldn't afford to pay to get in to see Dave Van Ronk
he couldn't either
that same night I went to a dive
don't remember the name
maybe The Bitter End
Blood, Sweat & Tears
was playing there, infusing jazz
picked up a Jersey Girl
'cause I knew about the
Leaning Tower of Pizza in Ramsey
near where she lived
fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
we dry-humped, I was 16
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Author's Note
because Allen Ginsberg forgot to return my call.. though he apologized the next time we talked.
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Well, That's a worthwhile nostalgia.
A good telling.
So was i
Richie Havens was one of the best live performers ever!
Can't get enough. More of these, Walter!
Oh that last line - the innocence! Good one, Walter! *
Great writing, Walter. I love this *