The poem in question is called "Duggan Celebrates St. Patrick's Day," by Arthur Seeley, and I found it on the Desert Moon Poetry Review Workshop. I don't know for how long it will remain on there; please let me know if the preceding link doesn't work.
By way of explanation, here are the first four lines of "Duggan Celebrates:"
His face was as brown as ale
and as finely etched as a Dublin street map,
the flicked quiff on him
white as the head on a glass of Guinness.
I was at a loss to know what quiff meant, but when I looked it up I could see Duggan as clearly as if I had a photograph, and my admiration for this poem began to grow. By the end of it I could, as I remarked in the workshop comments, almost smell it.
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quiff
n : a prominent forelock (especially one brushed upward from the
forehead)
-- From WordNet (r) 2.0
From Wikipedia:
"The quiff is a hairstyle that combines the 1950s pompadour hairstyle, the 50s flattop, and sometimes a mohawk. The etymology of the word is uncertain but may derive from the French word "coiffe" which can mean either a hairstyle or, going further back, the mail knights wore over their heads and under their helmets."
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