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