Recollections of the Summer of ‘59

 

Recollections of the Summer of ‘59

I remember trying to sing
“The day that Music Died”
in my dad’s Chevy.
I had a Suzuki 90 — no radio,
but was an impressively loud.
It was the ride that took me to New York, 400 miles
and a helmet with no mask…
A full white laundry bag, a hundred dollars,
and a copy of ‘Coney Island of the Mind’ in my back pocket.

With insects in my teeth,
My luminous mind sounded like a haiku Zen poem:

Highway Bugs/A face with no eyes/Money for a Room!