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Knocko Explains.

 Knocko brings me a cup of coffee in a thick cup and pulls out a
chair at the formica table, the marble pattern worn almost white.
"I almost never think about it," he says, taking off his worn
white apron and tossing it on the back of a chair. "I had a thick
head and they said I looked like Sluggo in the Nancy comic. You know the
guy, right? But they called me Knocko. They had a Sluggo but he got
killed. Besides he was an asshole," Knocko says, pulling out a pint
often High. "That was 'fifty-one or 'fifty-two. You know
Korea, right? I almost never think about it. You want some for your
coffee?" 

FLEMING MEEKS is the executive editor of Barron's. He is working on a 20-sonnet series titled Knocko's Wife.

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Title Annotation:three poems
Author:Meeks, Fleming
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Sonnet
Geographic Code:1USA
Date:Sep 1, 2013
Words:181
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