Trigger nom et tres
The cafe was where Jack came to get inspired
And he slumped into his usual booth
Looking at the little book he'd just acquired.
Editions. Plural. Of this obscure book. His youth
Offered little time for reading what with his
Father having died when he was very young.
Time was money for Jack. Education, hit or miss.
When he did have a moment he had sung
Over at the local pub. Irish ballads mostly.
Edition Two. OK. How different could it be?
Daniel must be asking the same question. Ghostly
Images of what it all could mean suddenly
Tormented Jack: A bullet hole in a muse's heart?
Spheres colliding as they drift apart?
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