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?
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