they yanked him from
some dive scrubbed him clean
dried him out perched him next
to Ronnie for the Hollywood Premier
but the truth remained
forever etched in the tired lines
and vacuous stare and ducking the
ovations as if they were line drives
back through the box he
muttered as he bobbed
to the next saloon where the hell was
my Doris Day
Cooperstown Verses: Poems About Each Hall of Famer
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