If I Did Not Love Nancy
By Jack Joseph Smith
Would I be a song on the old tragic name of
run with the wind
Yés
And if I did not love Nancy
Would I at least see war Mr. Henmingway
And: would I do the Easter starve again
Mr, Dylan,
right as I crossed across the American river alley
But of course
And would I be half real crazy knowing lonely
with the Mexican browned wild earth
herb cultivated people
Or take me to lay arm and arm with the bums
~ as myself way along the knarled shrub grass
before the sand and sea of San Francisco
as if I did not love Nancy also as a lady
And would the tempting of great men
with art but in their hip pocket__
Would they draw me to European cafe's
Where intense problems become the essence of joy
If I did not love Nancy?”
Sorry; there is an I in this world
that already to her belongs
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