a hitchhiker’s guide to the muse

for every new town I leave

I leave with its song

it’s not important to evaluate the place

subjectively or objectively,

lasting impressions endure

so soon after

somewhere on the outskirts of town,

magically,

some tune floats in

like a friend suddenly remembering something to give you

when you’re almost out the door…

a brilliant going away present

to keep you company

on the next performance

1968

Newport, RI