Not Listening

Not listening The old poet, a Canadian of Jewish ancestry, Was tall elegant, wearing a hat in a jaunty angle Reminded me of Alfred, my imagined father He had a winning personality. Remember the coma they tell me and write More about love, beautiful women and wine. I used to wear a six-pence; Alfred made fun of me, learn to play some music, he said and read your North Pole stuff; that was a long time ago before the Canadian became famous.