Paul Henry Dallaire
A Cowboy Street Singer I Know (Hey Lenny Boy)) - Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
A cowboy's dream is to go to Nashville Tennessee where all the cowboys seem to go, however, fate has it that this Lenny ends up on a park bench instead of Nashville.
I knew this guy personally and his real name is Len Poulin. I met Len in Ottawa Ontario Canada where we busked the streets together and drank a lot of beer at the Lafayette Hotel there. He is dead now but appeared on a couple small time films such as 'Rent' and maybe 'Cowboyz'produced by Peter Evanchuck (Film maker) of Ottawa, Canada.
There's play I wrote called 'Cowboyz For Breakfast' where Lenny (And he didn't like to be called Lenny) was busking on the streets on Ottawa one evening when a tall thin man wearing a cowboy suit came to him and threw a 100 dollar bill in his guitar case and gave him a beautiful cowboy shirt.
Upon chequing the material it was found to be a thin canvas like material made in the 1940's and Len claimed it was the real Hank Williams that gave him the shirt.
Lenny dreamed he went to heaven that night where he said he met Hank who told he had to come back to earth to do some unfinished business and chose his body to re-incarnate into. So Lenny becomes the real Hank Williams in modern times while Hank attends to unfinished business. So now when we dring after busking at the Lafayette Hotel he falls into this Hank williams personality and I'm wondering what the hell is going on with Lenny?
Then there is an episode when Lenny is hypnotized and the real Hank comes out of Lenny's somnabulistic state and tells the hypnotizer to leave Lenny alone and it's none of his business about what is going on and why he, Hank, is possesing the body and mind of Len Corey.
A Cowboy Street Singer I Know (Hey lenny boy)
(From the play Cowboyz for breakfast)
There's cowboy street singer I know
A product to Helen and Jim
They named him Len Corey but he thinks he's Hank Williams
Len Corey Has done lost his head
The cream of his dreams has gone bad
His Nashville's a park bench instead
Royalties he gets is but a small welfare cheque
Hear him singin don't you pay him no mind
Hey Lenny boy sing me an old country song
About a woman's who'se done her man wrong
But please don't play for me 'The Frail Wildwood Flower'
I wanna hear about the flip side'O life
Now this cowboy street singer I know
Has got a red beaten face by the sun
He's a picture of you on life's other side
where your passage ticket is your guitar
Now at night we thirst for a beer
At the Lafayette house we appear
But confusion steps in when Len talks to Hank
Now all I need is Kitty Wells and Hank Snow
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
We'd get drunk sometimes and Lennie would become I should say Jekyll and Hyde and turn into Hank Williams. We had a lot of fun in those days and it cost me my marriage also.
He is buried now at the Notre Dame cemetery in Ottawa.ON. Canada.
The song is true to his nature.
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