1937 - Poem by Blaine Strong
Nineteen thirty seven
Cobblestone road blurred beneath my olive drab coat.
Lanterns shine in the windows of strangers, if none shine I may stop for a bite.
Often waking the angry bankers or interrupting intimacy between star crossed lovers.
Always kept a bottle in me coat.
I loved the empty ones with shiny washtubs, where I could soak my clammy skin.
Leaving traces of muddy footprints, my callsign on fresh magnolia.
Snatching bread and cheese for me knapsack.
Silver trinkets find their way mysteriously into me pockets, the next town won't recognize their heat.
Yesterday I lost my tooth, on the porch of a tailor, I slept a spell in the starboard sanctuary of a kind sailor.
Nineteen thirty seven Holland
Indulge in the beggars heaven
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