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|
|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Sep 1, 2013|
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