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Jimmy Cliff poem

7/17/2014

 
The last time I saw Jimmy Cliff
he had hair.
It was in Berkeley or maybe it was Oakland and it was in a garage turned into a place for Reggae.

And to tell you the truth it 
could have been Peter Tosh and 
not Jimmy Cliff. There’s a lot
I don’t remember about Berkeley
and I’m not proud of some of the 
water under the bridge.

But tonight it all worked out.
Bald Jimmy Cliff sang The 
Harder They Come – TWICE. It 
was what I came for and 
to tell the truth I didn’t want to 
come at all. 

But we gave away a zillion tickets
on the radio and I said I’d show up 
a zillion times on the air.
So as I was lying in bed for a nap 
the wife said you better get up and 
be a man of your word.

I am glad that my wife turned on the light
and raised the curtains.
For it was a clear and
unreasonably cool July night on the shores of Wolf Lake.
At sunset, you could look through
the stage to see Sears Tower. 
During “I Can See Clearly Now” I had to go pee but instead I stayed and danced with 
my wife and kid.
The water under the bridge reminds
me that I don’t deserve such purity but what the hell – it’s Hammond, Indiana, on a Wednesday 
night. What kind of heaven could that aspire
to be?

Afterwards Jordan who has announced games
with me since he was 15 joined us and we 
headed to take a picture with bald
Jimmy Cliff. We wound up last in line
because I’m 52 and had to stop at a port-a-potty.

"If you weren’t so old we wouldn’t be last in line," the three of them cajoled.
The guy ahead in line
named Mike recognized my voice and asked if I was me and I said that I was.
"I listen to you
every day, man. I told my wife that has to be you." 

"It is me," I told him, and I did what I always do - I thanked him for listening.
And I mean it. And I mean it also when I say that 
it was a good night under a moon that a cow jumps over.
My wife bumped
me with her hip a few times and grabbed my hand
and my daughter fetched us beer and Jordan 
smiled. It was a good Jimmy Cliff night. It doesn't 
even bother me that I can't remember if it 
was Jimmy Cliff or Peter Tosh in a bar that was
Berkeley or Oakland in 1982. 
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