I Dreamed I Met Leonard Cohen

Last night I dreamt I met Leonard Cohen

I was running the last leg of an improbable race

He was fixing a hole in a wall while listening to a ball game

Next time, he said, I’ll rent an apartment

And not deal with all this land and these renters

We took pictures of each other (I promised not to post his on Facebook)

There is a caricature of Hilter reading Der Spiegel

I find some vodka and pour it out, afraid he might be tempted

Yet he appeared disinterested in the flask at his side

He beckoned me outside in the dusk along a forested road

He was an old and gristled pied piper

As he laughed and sang and faded from view