The Irish Riviera in  General   

I wish I could remember the names
of these two old guys I used to see
when I was a kid and spent my summers
in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
one of them played the fiddle the other played
the accordion and I think one of them wore
a top hat they just wandered in and out of bars
playing for drinks they were like bums
but I still remember how fine they sounded

By Terence Winch

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Other poems by Terence Winch:

• Diagnosis
• Mission Statement
• My Friends
• Mysteries
• Non-Possession is One-Tenth of the Law
• Sleep Waltz
• Social Security
• The Irish Riviera