Peter Case

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someone keeps an eye on me someone I’ve never met I’ve got their dishes in my kitchen their picture on my tv set he worked downstairs in the diner sixteen hour shifts or more cooking & waiting tables & when they closed mopping the floor he came here with his family they left a world behind this new land was a mirror but the sky was redesigned he never raised his voice at all at work or in the home said “what you do comes back to you good luck is yours on loan” he wore a grey fedora tipped

5) Green Street Dorian lived upstairs from the Green Street Mortuary, in North Beach. He was caretaker over there, cleaning up around the bodies downstairs, late nights and early mornings. The rest of the time he was blowing mouth harp out on Broadway, with the likes of me and Jimmy, or practicing alone, sitting on his bed, upstairs over the death chapel, truly lost in the blues. He’d come to the states from Australia, and his skin was a whiter shade of paste, but he took his blues music very seriously.  He was “living the blues,”  and that was the