Stopped in the library
Wandered around while I waited for Morgan to be ready.
Picked up a set of Kerouac CD’s
Poetry I never knew before.
Later back at home
Read the liner notes
Smoke n drink
A loner dedicated to the written word
Inter-racional national vagrant
Working class lover
It was pretty scary stuff.
Put one on.
Sat down at the kitchen table with a cuppa
Got up washed dishes
Sat down poured another cup
Thought, well I like the energy, the piano, the urgent lone ranger
Plugged into by the muse trying to express every electrical inch
But I don’t think I really got it
Which came as a relief because after all I was quite happy to still be purely me.
this version was published by
Railroad Poetry Project Manifesto issues 2. 2011-12. they were a blog-zine…
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