Ziggy’s Pub & The Storyteller’s Club of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

At Ziggy’s Pub in Montreal, where the beer flows free

The writers gathered, a rowdy literary company

With their smokes and their scotches, they’d spin their tales

Of love and life and loss, and of the city’s many travails

There was Leonard Cohen, with his deep, gravelly voice

And Irving Layton, with his wit and his poise

Mavis Gallant, Mordecai Richler, and Hugh MacLennan too

All came to Ziggy’s, where the writing was true

The pub was a place of refuge, a home away from home

Where the writers could be themselves, and let their words roam

From the boisterous banter to the hushed whispers of prose

Ziggy’s was where Montreal’s literary heart rose

The walls of the pub were lined with books, a writer’s delight

And the jukebox played the blues late into the night

The air was thick with ideas, with thoughts both bright and dark

And the writers scribbled away, leaving their indelible mark

Oh, Ziggy’s Pub, you were a haven for the literary set

A place of inspiration, where creativity beget

And though you’re gone now, the memories remain

Of the writers who gathered, at Ziggy’s again and again.