The Swimmer - Bob Warren

    We sat together
    on a stone wall
    both of us broke
    we shared a Pall Mall
    shivering... in the morning air
    at the Fisherman's Wharf
    near Ghirardelli Square

    he stubbled and gray
    forty-five years old
    told me he's a swimmer
    I said, "the water is so cold"
    he said, "it is, but once I get in--
    all I do is swim..."

    he used to write poetry
    and played the clarinet
    when he had a couple published
    he thought he was a poet
    but he laughed and said,
    "that was ages ago
    and i sold my clarinet to come to San Francisco"

    "in the fifties I was young
    and New York was my town
    and for me, Hemingway was the only one
    who knew what was goin' on...
    ah, but when he suicided, man,
    it sorta brought all that
    to an end"

    he told me he was married once
    but couldn't take the games
    of competition he and his wife were playin'
    he said, "she was a dancer, and i was a drunk,
    she owns an art gallery now
    and i'm still a drunk"

    he asked me what I thought of Bob Dylan
    said he liked one i might know
    something about, "Desolation Row"
    we walked to the showers in the silver sun
    and when i left him
    he was putting his swimming trunks on

    we sat together
    on a stone wall
    both of us broke
    we shared a Pall Mall
    shivering... in the morning air
    at the Fisherman's Wharf
    near Ghirardelli Square

    1982 by Bob Warren
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