At the Chelsea and 2 more poems
Linda Kleinbub
At the Chelsea
The cover band plays Blurred Lines
beer is cold
skin is tan
far away, my mind writes our story
I’m Nancy Spungen
we grunge around rat-infested subway cars
from CBGB to The Bitter End
we room at T...
Walking with Steve to the Book Party
Linda Kleinbub
I picked Steve up at his apartment
his was door’s ajar, when I arrived
I don’t remember if I rang or knocked
but he yelled, Come in.
Steve was sitting on his sofa, wearing shades.
He began telling me his stories
h...
