On Cannery Row

On Cannery Row

I walked in Monterey one day
With the heat on Cannery Row
After the time of the pilchard steam
When the President was low
And I heard the clang of Suzy’s door
As the boiler house banged too
And the curtains moved in the old Bear Flag
When Doc had burned his stew
Passed Lee Chong’s grocery I strolled
The patron moved within
Down past the Palace flop-house
And sniffed the sniff of kin
When Mac was in my memory
Both Whitey one and two
And Hazel slept ‘neath the Cypress tree
And Fauna turned the screw

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For thirty years I've been a lover of Steinbeck!

Good job, Warwick. I got Mumpsimus beat: I fell in love with Steinbeck's work back in '68. That's 41 years! I remember how bummed I was that Steinbeck died December of that year.

I re-read Cannery Row just a few weeks ago. Just bought a copy of In Dubious Battle on Ebay yesterday so I can read that again, too. Next to Mark Twain I think Steinbeck is the greatest American writer ever.

Thanks for the read.

Thanks for the engaging walk. I too had not been there for years. Your choices for the tour were excellent.