On a late day in June I took a train to New Jersey to Maplewood, a lovely little town where Michael Lally lives not too far from the tracks, a simple walk to his home. I wanted to record him reading the poem above, Sports Heroes, Cops and Lace, because the poem had moved me the first time I heard him read it at an art gallery in the East Village. There was some construction outside and his son and his friends came in and out, but the reading is itself. The poem comes from a book called CANT BE WRONG published by Coffee House Press (1996). And, trust me, you can't go wrong seeking this book out and finding it.
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