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28.7.11
Last Call Dave Van Ronk
And so we’ve had another night of poetry and poses, and each man knows he’ll be alone when the sacred ginmill closes.
And so we’ll drink the final glass each to his joy and sorrow and hope the numbing drunk will last 'til opening tomorrow.
And when we stumble back again like paralytic dancers each knows the question he will ask and each man knows the answers.
And so we’ll drink the final drink that cuts the brain in sections where answers never signify and there aren’t any questions.
I broke my heart the other day. It will mend again tomorrow. If I’d been drunk when I was born I’d be ignorant of sorrow.
And so we’ll drink the final toast that never can be spoken: Here’s to the heart that is wise enough to know when it’s better off broken.
