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- Peter waist length
hair coiffed and perfumed
headed crosstown from
the East Village towards
Gurdy's Folk City where Allen
read poetry.
I never went in
the sign read
"Allen Ginsberg."
- reminded me of the one over the
door in Steppenwolfe:
"For Madmen Only."
- I was hungry so I stopped
in Nedicks for
orange juice and a hamburger
We used to meet there in the old
days when Marguerite Young was
our professor at The New School
- After class, pursued by her students
she'd walk towards Sixth Avenue
We'd stay past midnight
She was a night owl the
way I am these days.
Nedicks was my second home
I didn't have
much money. I lived in a
hovel on St. Marks Place for 55 a month
across from the Dom where
the famous met drank Pernod.
There was
a little cafe on Second Avenue
around the corner where poets read
under candle light.
All the Beatniks,
a few winos
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me.
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