Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The D. Train!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The D. Train!"

(dedicato: Alan Kessler/buddy from McSorley's Old Ale House, Greenwich Village, New York City.)

"The D. Train!"

WHISKY IN THE JAR-O, MY GOD how swift that stuff goes fast! Poetic Summer Love-affairs, alas, never last. Crusades or foreign travels, Internet-"INFLUENCES" -usually dying too soon - never had a clue- Churches, Piazzas, tourist sights. The Eiffel Tower isn't new.

Whisky in my JAR-O, Pernod in my soup. Kisses gone forever. Romance a Yesterday. Wearing Dead Mans clothes, too soon I'll give away. A sixpence song or 2?...

Whisky in my JAR-O, a smile upon my face, a lifetime of failed WISDOM, it's mine to give away. Did U ever meet Paddy, Suzie, Claudia or Loraine; no worries - in your Life - it'll come 'round again.

Whisky in the JAR-O, a Burgundy to taste, the finest cuisine, let everybody feast. The Sun - that GOD - it always rises, or that Coney Island dawn where once I had the BEST BLOODY MARY/Celery stick which carried me all the way back to Manhattan on the "D" Train!?

Whisky in the JAR-O; it'll tell a tale on U. 

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.