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George Drew: Shared Space

My Uncle Frank was a weird bird, everybody who knew him
knew it and kept space between him and themselves,
space he filled by talking to himself as he hustled along Main Street

April 26, 2022 · 3 Comments

George Drew: On Another Epic Trip Around the Sun

I was sixty and I was dancing with Jan,
my brother’s Queen of the Line Dance wife

January 1, 2022 · 8 Comments

George Drew: Drumming Armageddon

I, too, have friends dead from drugs,
guys I hung out with on my hometown streets
and in the war memorial park with wood railings
we kept falling off, too stoned to balance on.

November 4, 2021 · 2 Comments

George Drew: The Poem about the Beatles (with video)

This is the poem about the Beatles that
I never wrote, and now there are more
yesterdays than tomorrows

September 16, 2021 · 6 Comments

George Drew: Positive Space

he taught me how to make a military tuck
of the sheets and blankets; the way a quarter should bounce,
and when it did, the way he’d smile and clap my back. I lived for that.

July 27, 2021 · 5 Comments

George Drew: The Sheryl Crow I Mean (with soundtrack)

the smokin’ hot honey dressed in skin
tight black leather pants and matching jacket
and wielding her six-string and harmonica,
meant Mr. Sin and his sidekicks were for
the moment muzzled

July 17, 2021 · 3 Comments

George Drew: Early Morning at the West Side Y

My God! The man with long white hair
waiting for an elevator on the thirteenth floor
is Edgar Winter, blear-eyed from a night
spent raising the roof at the Fillmore East.

April 15, 2021 · 1 Comment

George Drew: I Know You’re in Detroit

Aretha, I apologize for having never written a poem
for or about you, not in all the Hit Parades of years
I’ve grooved to you…

November 7, 2020 · 1 Comment

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