One summer night in my hard-running days
I found myself drunk in Gord Lightfoot’s house.
He showed me a faded blueprint of his yacht
And said, “God, it’s good to be with old friends”.
He’d never met me before in my life. Or his.
Not that it made any difference that night.
We were there because Steve Goodman
Had come to town, and I was the collateral
damage. My girlfriend sat upon on his lap
as he performed The Dutchman song..
I was so jealous that I ended up puking
On Gord’s front lawn in Rosedale. Imagine.
Steve Goodman was gone soon after.
But I still remember his smile. Her smile.
And sailing away with Gord on the lee shore
Of Georgian Bay singing like the Dutchman.
“Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.”