When the Library of Congress
asked to tape-record me back
in 1984
who was I to say No thanks?
A struggling author holding
down a shit job and some vile
eating matter from a pantry
that took pity on the literate
my first reaction upon hearing
of an Amtrak ticket was imagining
the foods they might have in the
snack car.
Of course that was not included
but the Immortal who greeted
me in the library lobby and the tech
who worked the reel-to-reel
both offered me excellent cigarettes
I remember
one a Player's and the other French
not a Gauloises but something else.
If you go there today
you can't smoke of course
but you can hear my voice
and if you listen carefully
will hear that gentle rasp
which is the start of emphysema.
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