[lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 23:33:00 -0500

And the winner is Robert Paul.



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From: "Robert Paul" <Robert.Paul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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Sent: Sunday, October 10, 2004 11:06 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem


> "Two tall grande Americanos, with room."
> I thought, "Let me say this about that."
>
>                                          --Gertrude Stein
>
> I thought, two grande Americanos walked into Price's, sat down at the bar,
> rolled up their shirtsleeves and ordered two shots of room.
>
> "Room?" said Price.
>
> " ...heard me," said the tallest Americano.
>
> Price didn't budge. He looked the tall Americano in the eye and said, 
> "Most of
> us around here say _rum_."
>
> "I thought this was a bar," said the other Americano, "not a goddamn MLA
> convention." He had dark hair and an scar on his forehead.
>
> "Suit yourself," said Price. "We got Jim Beam, John Jameson, Jonnie Walker 
> red
> and black, Old Bonnie Brae, and 180 proof Demerara rum, but we got no 
> room."
>
> "Listen to him," said the tall Americano. "He says he's got no room." He
> gestured at the empty tavern. "No room, huh?"
>
> "You think you're pretty funny, don't you?" said Price. He picked up a 
> towel and
> began polishing the glasses on the bar. "I can fix you two tough boys a 
> Shirley
> Temple," he said.
>
> "Shirley Temple? What's that supposed to mean?"
>
> "Ginger ale. Dash of grenadine. Some people--kids mostly--like an orange 
> slice."
>
> "Come on," said the dark Americano. "Let's get out of here. This is some 
> kind of
> preverted faggoty bar."
>
> "Look, Price, or whatever your name is," said the tall Americano, "you got 
> any
> beer?"
>
> "I told you what we got," said Price.
>
> The tall Americano looked out the window. It was beginning to rain. The
> raindrops began to streak the windows of the tavern and the red neon sign 
> was
> blurred through the glass. I never got any room, he thought. No room, 
> anywhere.
> Never. Many people though had no room. It made him said to think about all 
> the
> people with no room outside with their cats in the rain.
>
> "I'll have a Shirley Temple," he said. "And a shot of rum on the side."
>
> Robert Paul
> Mutton College
>
>
>
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