The tall distinguished looking Gentleman
With his tropical attire, spoke in a soft voice
He said, are you 'Allan Saywell'
I said you be, Herbert Nehrlich'
We shook hands outside a Russian Delicatessen
Then we preceded to a place
Where we could share a cold beer
And a two hour conversation
That went far too quickly
Earlier we must have passed each other
A number of times, for i was looking for a man
With a stethascope, in a Safari suit
He was looking for a man
In a wool sheepskin jumpsuit, with Crocodile ties
Instead he found a man, who looked like a white Mohican
With a Mohican haircut, without feathers
We drank our two cold ones
Discussed wine women and poetry
Exchanged gifts and promised to meet again
In the heat of the Tweed Valley
Sometime around christmas
Written Thursday December 2005
Allan James Saywell
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