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"Requiem for a Heavyweight" There
are many times when The Grey Lodge Pub is exactly the sort of bar that
when Scoats started off here more than 12 years ago he always hoped to
run. The sort
of place where strangers can get to talking over a beer or two, share
thoughts and ideas, and become friends. He got a very pleasant surprise
when Paul Coff handed him this poem
he wrote about the late Herb Brown. Herb was a
really special and talented guy. Paul had only met him once and a
little while later called Herb's house only to find he had passed away
the prior week. Herb would have loved it.
"Requiem for a Heavyweight" a poem by Paul Coff “An exemplary English bitter” he hooked, “British bitterish?” I looked, turned to the sound stepping in to go a round. I’d come for a beer but the rock got rolling at the Grey, hops scent shelter from the incandescent day We talked beer, words, pc, finally fortunately poetry. He said a lot worth saying without a lot of quotery, compare and contrast to “me quoting me.” I wrote only haiku for over a year. He wrote ‘em too, named the plus or minus 1“bastard haiku”, “Son of Bastard haiku.” Too full or few by two . “Do you like Dylan?” “ Dylan who? No, seriously, straight…I only like him when he’s great.” “Once boiled 114 pages down to 1 and one third…” He bought the“18 volume unabridged” for one just word, just so’s he could find the just sos. “Write because I have to.” “Me too, who knows?” “Longhand? Keeps its character, word processor, sir, really flows.” Better those minutes with you than local laureates downtown And so it goes, Glad we had that beer, Herb Brown, before last call sent you home. Paul Coff © Paul Coff 2006. Used with permission. Back to the Grey Lodge About Us Page. |