Poem: Leonard Cohen in New Yorker

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2009/03/02/090302po_poem_cohen

I used to be your favorite drunk

Good for one more laugh

Then we both ran out of luck

And luck was all we had

You put on a uniform

To fight the Civil War

I tried to join but no one liked

The side I’m fighting for

So let’s drink to when it’s over

And let’s drink to when we meet

I’ll be standing on this corner

Where there used to be a street... (con't)