b.z. niditch | on the s.s. pushkin


Lost with a jazz violin
on the ship Pushkin
in a navy cap
from the Aegean
with a kid glove,
in a blue blouse
drinking tea
in a glass of kvass
until I found vodka
along the sailor’s deck
met a guy
whose grandfather
remembered Lenin
and fought at Kronstadt
Ivan was a cool cat
who jammed with me
all night
until Uncle Alfred
became overwrought
and frightened
and thought I was lost
or double crossed
my ticket
for someone else
until the captain told him
and was enlightened.

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