Bellow’s Big Thought

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Corner boys shouted

Truth and style still alive

Back in the land that moaned

Where printing presses roamed

In ‘63 a new gang was formed

For walls to be stormed

And in Mutchie’s bar

They all had a jar

A small dream began

Runyon’s kicked the can

So let’s steal his fabulous plan

Bring back the past

And let’s have a blast

With big thoughts that will last

The slapdash poets born

Breslin roared

And Wolfe poured

While Whitney adored

And editor Bellows

Who was the best of fellows

Cried out with a shout

To all about

Truth and style

Let’s wrap the news in prose

And see where it goes

Up and up it rose

A shinning city on a hill

Mobsters and pols all felt a chill

New York’s a big town

With every kind of clown

Big shots looking for a crown

Cuomo’s, Trump’s lawyer

And Rupert’s in the foyer

Their stories about to begin

And some would end in sin

So no time to waste

We must act in haste

Bellows bellowed

To the streets they poured

And roared

Writers searching for truths soared

With the right stuff

The bright stuff

The write stuff

Not for table money

Or some little honey

All dressed in white

And into the night

Tom headed uptown

And with his usual frown

Jimmy headed downtown

Down the rabbit hole for a coal of truth

As the losers corner was always his booth

Tom named and shamed

The status game

The social zoo

To amaze and gaze

The Trib’s headiest days

Camelot of newspapers

Scene of so many capers

Old typewriters aclacking

Presses pumped out papers for stacking

To Mutchies pub

Formerly known as The Writers and Artists Club

Sunday edition brought

With Bellow’s big thought

That day New York Magazine was born

Where young writers learned to shorn

All city life

And strife

Read like fiction

With truth’s delight

It’s Where Nora met Nick

Long before Harry met Sally

And Portis et all

Showed true grit

Pages turned

And Hamill

Hollered

A new kinda journalism

So it began

For years it ran

And the centre held

Truth and style

Beauty to behold

But the presses are gone

As are the writers who shone

Bar one

Inside The Star

Bellows found a new star

In that old town DC

And it still burns today

Maureen’s her name

And the truth’s her game

In The Grey Old Lady

So find somewhere shady

Then read this cool lady

And remember Bellow’s big thought

Truth and style still alive