Poetry

Alone Off Broadway

I saw
“I’m Not Rappaport”
in New York one street
back of Broadway
in the mid-eighties
Hal Linden
Ossie Davis
A fine play
I saw alone
No one wanted to
miss drinking
on the town
to go
I still have
the Playbill
Downstairs
In a box
Where all
important
mementos go

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