Bob Snider

Last night I saw Bob Snider at the Free Times Cafe here in Toronto. He doesn't get credit for being the songwriting genius he is. He's definitely the most underrated songwriter I know of. His words are genius. I'll even go out on a really big limb and say there's a possibility he's the best songwriter Canada has. But I wrote a poem about last night.

Bob Snider
The ink bleeds blue
all the way through
this book with a 30 cent pen
found on a shelf at Honest Ed's.
And there's a bookstore with the family name.
Tonight I saw a genius among men.
His body and face would give other ideas.
One may see him and say,
"sorry no change,"
though the book displaying his genius
is available in the store with the Mirvish namesake.
I saw the man in a Jewish cafe tonight.
Bob Snider was his folksy self.
Thrilled he could share his genius with those who cared.
I hadn't enough money for his book.
A beautiful woman wearing a tattooed sleeve,
a beautiful woman, seemingly in and out
told me to go to the point of the books purchase,
which is across the street
from where the point of this pen began.
She offered to share her fortune cookie.
She loved fortunes and hated cookies.
I had my own fortune,
but I can't find it right now.