Leonard

Leonard Cohen spills out of me
Give me a broken Canadian man
With gravel on his tongue
And whiskey on his breathe
Plucking those guitar strings
Until fingers bleed melodies
Listening to his coarse voice sing,
“Well never mind, we are ugly
but we have the music”
Until the hairs on my arms
Give a standing ovation

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