By J.J. Tindall
PINDARIC ODE TO EVERETT McKINLEY DIRKSEN
My man: you make Chicago proud.
Nobody, dude, and I mean NOBODY, remembers who you are.
I fucking do:
Horse-trading, WITH CIVILITY,
with LBJ over bourbon,
trading judges for votes.
You’re in The Right Stuff,
for Christ’s fucking sake!
Newsbabes gather every day
at your building. I eat
my heart out.
You’d be proud of
Paul Meinecke,
I sincerely believe.
Everybody remembers Paul
Simon, thinking he wrote “Me and Julio
Down by the Schoolyard.”
Maybe today, fucking MAYBE,
somebody will Google
you. Praise GOD!
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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on March 13, 2008