28 miles from MagicTown

dizzy foothills approachin

cant blame these highways for cultivatin this wait

now that climax nears…

28 miles from MagicTown

salt traces whisperin

shepherdin my wooden open ship,

loggin its way magnetically

a barrel horse headin home,

its thirsty trot to the river gettin complete

we are one out here,

on this boundless road

stretchin golden high to the comin on anyhow drift

and pardon me sayin so,

but glad to make your acquaintance, anywhichway:

(here's another bearded poet comin to scribble through your windy alleyways,

another Corso gonna fritter away his last 60 centavos

chuggin down your electric bowery O’Grady wine,

simply requestin to

some kinda home 

no questions asked)

28 miles from MagicTown

takin a clear See at

your scatological messages

inhalin your sweet drum rollin bells

dancin to the rise and fall of your infinite bebop degrees

marvelin at what keeps you free floatin yet cemented together

while more kindred beat spirits come trailin along,

wavin us on across your drenched floodgates

skippin along in time to your electric celebration,

embracin your cold gusts 

swingin kaleidoscopic shore lights

all smoothed over

now calmed inside our ramblin heart-tunes,

and as your golden gate comes to embrace

another hopeful immigrant

out here

now so very close to home 

8/14/73