The Silver Fox

 

Slouching
in forgotten taprooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss colored beer.
Nobody cares….

“They used to call me ‘The Silver Fox’
What do you think of that?
They used to care.”

An empty glass crashes
to the muddy floor.

“I guess I’ll be hitting the street tonight.
Sleep in an alley tonight.
Nobody cares.”

Slouching
in forgotten taprooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss colored beer.
Nobody cares….

 

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2 responses to “The Silver Fox”

  1. That breaks my heart. Powerful poem, Dennis!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you, Yvette, this was a scene that I witnessed in 1968 at the Continental Hotel, Toronto. It broke my heart then; it breaks my heart now. I wonder what I could have done. I still don’t have an answer.

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