Epode#4 Poem by robert dickerson

Nico, I saw him the other day
his accent was better.

His air was cool and a little superior:
He had read all of Henry James,

he said, and 'Raintree County' three times
He had a table at Sardis'.

He'd traveled the Russias
and sun-flogged Spain.

On the corner of Ninth and A
we grabbed a burger. He

suggested I visit him
this summer at Oberhoffen-

laughed when I said I liked his muff
and left his card.

O wise men, purple,
green and all,

does pride not come
before the fall?