
Poetry Workshop with Tony Curtis
He tells jokes and Irish tales, takes you into
a Dublin pub with barrels of whiskey, his words
phrasing like the soft swish of a poured pint.
When the room writes to the tasks of the day,
he slips you into the backlog of home, through
old grumbling nights with the porch light on.
His guitar is the sound of dusk under the
lemon tree,...