The Mad Russian
The Play of Tom Meschery
Young immigrant you journeyed
from the cold of internment
to the American dream
doing everything the hard way
as your ancestors had before you
On the court you developed
first a shot falling then
the failing of your temper
as though your opponents
represented all ignorance endured
A journeyman and homegrown Warrior
owning no records save fouls
becoming the first foreign All Star
having your hand in the 100 point game
your jersey a hanging reminder
More than a player
you were always busy at reading
the words and the faces
pledging to memory the
moments you would write
A renaissance man born
in your genes a living translation
between the Russian prose and
your poetry on and off the court
you having lived my dream twice
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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