print previewback DAVID ST. JOHN
Going Places
I was spending a lot of time in Georgetown those days & sleeping
in Howie’s upstairs guest room
Hanging out along M street where I kept getting mistaken
for Patrick Dewaere
Since Get Out Your Handkerchiefs was playing just up the street
& I didn’t get it until I saw Dewaere
In a picture from Le Monde wearing glasses identical to mine & who
wouldn’t want to be him
In those good days before the world closed in all around him & some
suicides hit you exactly
At the umbilical knothole pretty much untying everything you thought
you’d cinched up tight
In your valiant late 20s when everybody who was anybody promised
that you were really going places 
Going Places
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