Boldt Words & Images: Gate of Ivory Gate of Horn (a poem revised)

(“Glad I was Chicago born”)

By Bob Boldt

[Editor’s Note: Earlier version appeared on November 16.]

For Deborah, whom I knew long before we met. A famous Yogi (I think it was Yogi Berra) once said, “Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.” What started out as a love poem to the past turned into a love poem to my ex-wife...To be read over music background:

It’s 1954. Dearborn and State. Gate of Horn Saturday night.

My best friend, Tom Clemens to my right, and to the left of me,
standing at the bar, Roger McGuinn¹.
I have no idea who he is, just another pair of ears listening:
                        “That old Bilbao moon,
                        I won’t forget it soon.
                        Just like a big balloon.”²

Boldt Words & Images: Gate of Ivory Gate of Horn (a poem)

(“Glad I was Chicago born”)

By Bob Boldt

For Deborah, whom I knew long before we met

To be read over music background:

It’s 1954. Dearborn and State. Gate of Horn Saturday night. My best friend, Tom Clemens to my right
and to the left of me, standing at the bar,
Roger McGuinn¹. I have no idea who he is, just another pair of listening ears...
“That old Bilbao moon, I won’t forget it soon...
Just like a big balloon.”²

Boldt Words & Images: Gate of Ivory Gate of Horn (a poem revised)

(“Glad I was Chicago born”)

By Bob Boldt

It’s 1954 Dearborn and State. Gate of Horn Saturday night. My best

friend Tom Clemens to my right, and to the left of me, standing at the

bar, Roger McGuinn. I have no idea who he is, just another pair of

ears listening...That old Bilbao moon, I won’t forget it soon
“That old Bilbao moon, just like a big balloon,
That old Bilbao moon would rise above the dune.