I worked in the Strand bookstore
with Tom Verlaine.
He invited me
to CBGBs the first time his band,
Television, played there.
Punk was born that night.
I ended up getting into a fight
with my date
and we left
to take it outside.
Tom yelled at me the next day:
“Why the fuck did you split?”
I responded by asking
how the hell he knew I’d left.
“I can see everything from the stage,”
he answered,
as he continued to shelve books.
–Ron Kolm
Poetry
Fabulous poem, Ron! Classic story
I love this poem, Ron!!
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It’s probably good that this magazine isn’t called Happy Endings.
Wondrous poem. Simple and perfect.