A Poem for Lizzie An Ode to a Friend It makes me quite dizzy To quite comprehend. I’m so glad I met her I just want her to know I will always adore her So, now on with the show! I first met this legend Down at the town hall, Her charisma amazing, Her kindness not small. We saw many a flick And so many gigs We drank red wine down quick And ate up like pigs. From back in the heyday We’ve been through a lot Not a single birthday She ever forgot. She believed in our street press And helped so much with our mag, She abridged all my stress Of typos and literary jet lag! She corrected and proof read Every single damn line. Until the last issue was put to bed She donated her talent, skills & time. Lizzie loved the Wine Bank They all knew her at the bar. We drove ‘round in her ‘tank’ And she worked hard at the Star. She has been larger than life to us And just like Carrie Bradshaw Her photo should be on the side of a NY bus (but with Lizzie-esque fashion, for sure!) Her great US loves are Andy & Lou And New York was SO the place to be. I’m sure if they knew her they’d love her, too (they’d realise she was no wannabe). Having artsy friends came in quite handy, When she went to visit Pittsburgh- She got to touch the wigs of Andy! So many great stories we heard. And seeing Bowie in the club with Lou Gave me such a thrill to hear While Laurie was doing what she loves to do, The Spider from Mars was so near! I will never forget you, Ms. Liz The music, the red lips, the awesome tattoos. You are a great friend, forever and always; An inspiration, an artist and a muse. So, much love from Me, Ash (BB) & Miles, You’ve always been the Big Apple of my eye. We say fare-thee-well with hugs & huge smiles. ‘Cos it’s just good night, not goodbye. xox From Claire & staff at Spectrum Street Press.