Names Dropping like Fly Balls at a Minor League Game

If I were John Lennon’s drinking partner
he’d still be dead
but I’d have a better collection
of Beatle caps…

If I were Leonard Cohen’s smokin’ buddy
he’d still be dead
but I’d have autographed dancing shoes…

By the time I met Lou Reed
V neck
T shirts were twenty bucks

Having an extra I slipped
Tom Waits a ticket to the circus,
he parked between the lion cages.

When Dylan goes bread lines
will break for lunch, lurch into songs
Mother taught us.

Will Schmit is a Midwestern poet transplanted to Northern California. Will performs
poetry for local enclaves and has recently come across the idea of writing
poems down and sending them to strangers to read aloud.

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