Master Song

little jew who wrote the Bible,
I moved to Boogie Street
with eight cardboard boxes
to store my life in,
too much & too little for
such feeble glutton as me.
my heart was in them,
I’ve been told,
on Boogie Street
with it I gonna pay my lease.

little jew,
there should be a special muscle
in our tongues
that we’ll use speaking of death.
little jew,
you took all the poetry away
in your casket
sprinkled with heart-shaped stones.
little jew,
such silence & loneliness
in grieving
of the wretched & the meek on Boogie Street.

little jew,
the ponies run, the girls are young,
in our home
the door creaks & hot water is running no more.

@музыка: everything Leonard Cohen ever wrote

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@темы: стихоплетение, shoeshine, Leonard Cohen