Terence Winch

The Irish Riviera - Poem by Terence Winch

I wish I could remember the names
of these two old guys I used to see
when I was a kid and spent my summers
in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
one of them played the fiddle the other played
the accordion and I think one of them wore
a top hat they just wandered in and out of bars
playing for drinks they were like bums
but I still remember how fine they sounded

[from Irish Musicians/American Friends, Coffee House Press, 1985]

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2005

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