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The Village Voice was sacred

for any number of years

back in my younger days.

It was essential reading

on any New York excursion.

Get off the train at Penn Station

& beeline to a newsstand.

I always had to slap down

that single and run off with my copy.

It kept me up on concerts

& restaurants and galleries.

I needed the updates 

for the Village Vanguard

& the Lone Star Café et al.

Reading articles

while inhaling a Bill’s Gyro

in Times Square.

I remember when they raised

the price to $1.25.

It was one of the worst days 

in my privileged life.

It meant having to fish for 

that quarter

Or wait to get change.

It diminished the flow

& rhythm greatly.

Eventually, they went

to being free

but the internet 

diminished the need.

But for me,

the Village Voice will

always hold a special place 

in my heart

and the memories

are deeply cherished.