Winter 2005



Paul Pines

leaned across Bradley’s bar
to thank me for the years
I let him practice
in my basement

I thought:
What’s done is done.
The world breeds new joints
and savvy kids
and mornings so long-of-tooth
you wonder they were
ever otherwise.

“Listen,” he said. “You’re a poet
and it musta been tuff
running a club but
if you never do anything else
you’ve done enuf
and if I didn’t tell you this
I’d be worth less than a weed
that owes something to the sod.”

Paul Pines grew up in Brooklyn near Ebbets Field and passed the 60s on the Lower East Side of New York and as a Merchant Seaman. In 1970 he opened a jazz club called the Tin Palace in Manhattan that became a cultural watering hole for a decade and provided the setting for his first novel. He now lives in Glens Falls, NY and coordinates the Lake George Jazz Weeekend. His book of poetry Adrift on Blinding Light was published by IKON in 2003.



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