John Lennon's Carpenter
There were many poets down on Harvard SquareAll had things to say and they said um too
That summer we stayed with John Lennon's Carpenter
And you threw up in his car
And that's the closest to nobility that I have ever been
Except for the time we spent at Walt Whitman's house
Where I bought a poster and you wanted to sit in his chair
I think that's the closest to nobility that I have ever been
We met up with and ol' jazz piano/journalism friend of yours in Long Island
Said he'd show us New York City and maybe catch a Broadway show
He took us to 42nd street and a place where legend has it
"Jack Kerouac threw-up in there"
Now that's the closest to nobility that I have ever been
In a land that heaves Walt Whitman's house, John Lennon's carpenter
And yards of replaced carpet
Now what I have are these pictures of you on the boulevard
And here's one of you in a subway car
And here's one of a friend of yours and mine showing round these photographs
Like this one of a Donald Roller Wilson's painting of a Southern belle
(Little Betty with a kitten head)
Which now hangs in the ranch style home of Carrie Fisher?
But as fine and well as all that summer was
I think that the closest to nobility that I have ever been
Is the time spent with you
Throwing up in the car of John Lennon's carpenter
Poetry by Terry Gresham
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 04:49
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