I don't know how far I'm going to have to
and never heard it. Then I went to the
and I never heard it there.
I put handfuls of coins in the
and watched records turn,
I mean, it was not my voice,
not the words that I hear in my own ears
when I walk along and look at faces.
I sit here in a Jewish delicatessen
and I order a hot pastrami
and I hear the lady ask me,
would you like to have a portion
And I know when I hear her speak
And I tell her I would like my coleslaw on a side dish,
And I'd like to have a glass of tea with lemon,
And a fellow sat across the table
And he spoke as he ate his salami
And somehow I had the feeling
And he spoke a long time.
not one word was my personal language.
But I could tell by the deep sound,
the full tone of his voice,
that he spoke my language.
And I suppose you may wonder
just how he could speak in a dialect
that I could not savvy or understand,
and yet I understood every
walking up and down the side roads
and the main stems of this land here.
I learned to listen this way
when I washed dishes on ships,
and I had to learn how to I knew it when I walked ashore in Africa, and in Scotland, and Ireland, Britain,
and London, and Britain, an d London, Glasgow, and Liverpool, and Glasgow, and Scots, an d Scotstown,
and Irish canals, and railroad bridges,
and Highlanders' cows, and horses.
here, I knew the speech was
But it was the dialect again.
Nasal, nasal, throaty, and deep, and and chesty,
chesty from the stomach, from the lungs,
from high, up in the head,
from pitch up, pitch up and down.
but I have not even heard this voice
These voices on the stages
And on radios and records
and jukeboxes and magazines,
and more seldom when students and policemen are study
ing the faces behind the voices.
And I thought as I saw a drunk
mutter and spit and curse into the wind
outside of the cafe's plate glass
that maybe if I look closer
And I ate as quiet as I could
so as to keep my eyes and my ears
and my feelings wide open
And I did hear, I heard all that I came
to hear here in Coney Island's Jewish air.
I heard reflections, recollections,
And I knew by the feeling that I felt