bullridin barrel horse buckin homeward
dodgin desert chollas
city fire hydrants,
this free wheelin ship
magnetically sways its way
up these dizzy foothills
past asphalt traced highways
28 miles from Magictown.
pardon me babblin, ma’am,
pleased to make your acquaintance
but let me beg no further questions.
instead, I offer you my last 85c for some of your electric bowery wine,
I submit these bearded run on poems to your windy whitewashed alleyways
I welcome your trailin spirits come guide me cross these floodgates.
so Happy Birthday MagicTown
on this your golden bay gusting celebration,
all decked out in blue yellow green wharf lights
swayin and rockin,
yes Happy Birthday
all the way east
back across this grand land
just in time
to embrace the next Coney Island sunrise
1973, I-80, SF