Poem by William Alfred: To a Friend in Fall

I'd never heard of him (seems he was more of an academic and playwright), but learned a bit about him in his connection with Faye Dunaway and "Hogan's Goat" (his play).

Anywho: found this little poem which I kinda like.

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To a Friend in Fall


Me

You’d never recognize

I look so old.

That Chinese joint upstairs

On Fifty-ninth and Third’s

Still going.

All the rest closed down.

Connolly’s downtown

And Klube’s went without my knowing.

Word’s

Out there’ll be another rise in fares.

The light’s the same as then, stopped cold,

Taken by surprise.

We thought we were something, didn’t we.

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