At His Last Gig, By Hayden Carruth
At his last gig in horrid Amsterdam--
City to which Camus consigned the fallen--
Ben Webster, Uncle Ben, then on the lam
From Denmark, escaping as always, swollen
And rheumy-eyed, spoke in a somewhat sullen
And more than somewhat smashed voice to the jam
Out front. It was his first speech, and a melan-
choly occasion. “You’re growing and--” ham
That he was “I’m going,” he said. No scam,
However commonplace, wherever stolen;
He said it and he died, and no flim-flam.
But it was obnoxious. He was a felon,
A brute, a drunk, a sob-sister. Yet song
Was in his paradox his whole life long.
From “The Best American Poetry 1993” (Charles Scribner’s Sons: $25.) The editor this year is Louise Gluck. 1993 by David Lehman and Louise Gluck
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