Long Fillmore Poems

Johnny Thunders… Room 37. 

John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze, 
Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose. 
Born in fifty two he loved the game of...

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A is for Adams, second and sixth presidents.
B is for two Bushes who were Whitehouse residents.

C is for Clinton, forty-second president of nation.
D is for Davis, President of Southern Federation.

E is for Eisenhower, a president...

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#33

the moon falls west-ward
the tule fog saunters east
summer ends early


New Siblings

puppy petite gold
bouncing around black dog's space
I know you’re in love
 
#25

Swimming in spring fog
wind plucked guitar string in time 
Tule music plays

Fog

fog braised Fillmore
ready...

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A life predestined, foretold by prophets-
Jesus’ fate was sealed: sacrificed life
that we could have the same everlasting.
Betrayed by a kiss for silver pieces,
three times denied by Peter – ‘don’t know him!’
Enemies awaited in the Garden,
abused...

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Schools are closed, there is no mail
And stores hold special sales.
To honor our first president,
That’s what this day entails.

Though technically, our 16th prez
Is celebrated, too.
To make a Monday holiday,
That’s what they chose to do.

The 40-something...

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The Fillmore East and Fillmore West
Had shows with bands who were the best.
Bill Graham, the Fillmore's promo man,
Was the performers' biggest fan.

They loved him, too, today I learned,
Respect which both ways was returned.
He often flew...

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The last time I saw Elton,
He was not the leading act.
At the Fillmore, Leon Russell starred -
A most surprising fact.

It's 40-odd years later
And I just saw him perform.
For most musicians, drawing crowds
For years is not...

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A mountain man is Fillmore
but there are no mountains 
where Fillmore lives 
deep in a hollow.

He's never had a job
and doesn’t want one now
spends his days huntin’ coon
squirrel and possum
and that catamount
lore says is black.

At...

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Thinking of my youth 
when we rode around 
   in a light green VW beetle
Listening to Stevie Winwood 
   and the boys sing John Barleycorn 
Soon enough my friends scattered 
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