First saw him on the street in front, in the bar's garbage, identifying unfinished beers and swigging off what was left of them, shameless and exuberant, remarking in friendly fashion "It's a doggy dog world." Charming error. He had little idea of his looks caught on a brief sill between youthful lean times and blowziness to come, and too unfocused to try hustling more than beer and a night out of the rain. Later, circling vaguely the bar's deep dark inside, "Hitched up from New Orleans," he said, "Here, wanna feel it?" It was already out pushed soft into my hand. It was a lovely gift to offer an old stranger without conditions, a present from New Orleans in a doggy dog world.
Never read this poet before but it reminds me that Modern Family had a recent episode where one of the characters also mistakenly thinks that the phrase is "doggy dog world"
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I'm going to change that this very day.
Well, you just did...but now to Amazon.
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this is from Boss Cupid, i think i like it the best of his books.
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