Eve Tushnet
IN THE EUSTON TAVERN THEY SCREAMED IT WAS YOUR SHOUT/BUT THEY WOULDN’T GIVE YOU SERVICE, SO YOU KICKED THE WINDOWS OUT. Am I wrong to find a Pogues-ish hint in this poem?
IN THE EUSTON TAVERN THEY SCREAMED IT WAS YOUR SHOUT/BUT THEY WOULDN’T GIVE YOU SERVICE, SO YOU KICKED THE WINDOWS OUT. Am I wrong to find a Pogues-ish hint in this poem?
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