Scollay Square Song

Love-handled barkeep-gal,
crooner of Patsy, juice
and joy of April, pride
of my pie-eyed Mondays,
jewel of the Old Stopped Clock,
round shilling, streetwise sage,
give me shelter, give me Stella,
give me satisfaction.

Your life-bright voice,
your work-weary face,
mellow me, make me spirited
as the third martini.

Fish-Eye-swilling calamity,
voluptuous train-crash,
my shambles, my sweet damage,
take me to church,
roll me in the deep,
hit me with your best shot.

 

 

Thomas DeFreitas

2017





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Written on 2017-05-19 at 16:43

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Romance reaches the Eastie. Dylan Thomas would have liked this.
2017-05-19


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
The last line should go down in history, but the whole song is wonderful. Oddly, it brought to mind Thoreau: all that is necessary is food, clothing, and shelter. Your bar, barkeep, and beverage are pretty close to all that is needed, at least at times.
2017-05-19