so she says “I had a flat tire this morning, my dog ran away, they turned off my electricity for non-payment, and I think I might have Covid…what’s new with you?
so I mumble; yeah, I just got back from Paris
I’m thinking…you had a tough day, you told us all about it, now do your job
but on another subject…
where you gone Lew Welch? never lost and never found
walking off into the woods one day
in the end, who knows where you found your peace
I saw a picture of a couple of the old gang
and I do mean OLD…so sadly this is what it’s come down to
Juan Valdez coffee in a sidewalk cafe with horns honking wildly
couldn’t see from my table what was going on
maybe some kind of running of the bulls here in Miami
later it’s wine from the bottle while listening to Zeppelin; my, aren’t we living large?
thinking about all those young voices of the San Francisco poets
they’re almost all gone now
the gallery wall with the Picasso doesn’t speak; it doesn’t have to
the smiling docent can’t tell me anything I don’t know already
now it’s a hot june afternoon lounging by the swimming pool
oldies radio station playing
what am I in the mood for, a double manhattan, or something stronger?
I need something to go with my bologna and lettuce sandwiches extra mayo
