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!
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