CBGBs

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


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5 thoughts on “CBGBs

  1. I love this poem, Ron!!
    And I love that because this magazine is called Sensitive Skin, that massage business post comments here. It’s really quite wonderful.

    It’s probably good that this magazine isn’t called Happy Endings.

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