This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
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James Cagney was the one up both our streets.
His was the only art we ever shared.
A gangster film and choc ice were the treats
that showed about as much love as he dared.
He'd be my own age now in '49!
The hand that glinted with the ring he wore,
his father's, tipped the cold bar into mine
just as the organist dropped through the floor.
He's on the platform lowered out of sight
...
His was the only art we ever shared.
A gangster film and choc ice were the treats
that showed about as much love as he dared.
He'd be my own age now in '49!
The hand that glinted with the ring he wore,
his father's, tipped the cold bar into mine
just as the organist dropped through the floor.
He's on the platform lowered out of sight
...
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