Jonathan Greenberg was my lawyer in June 2010.
We dined this Italian restaurant in Prague, near Woodrow Wilson
shortly after Greenberg guessed our souls were heading due south - and soon.
Greenberg saved our sorry Mississippi asses,
a hefty check followed - $18,000,
but it was worth it
not to spend eternity with John Dillinger
sleeping in the bunk above me,
some mamma's boy serial killer screaming at the moon.
So, the Czech word for Private is Privat,
ain't that sweet,
I turn the handle anyway, and Greenberg's seat makes that sound of wood scraping floor-tile -
dropping his napkin
and excusing himself to a host of burly men Bryan Mills would find to be a challenge
John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch.
He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.
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