I am a beat poet

Born eighty years too late.

Introduce me

To Neil Cassady

And Kerouac and William S. Burroughs and beautiful Bukowski.

Induct me into the Dharma Bums.

I’ll sit on a mountain top with you

And visit that higher realm

You always claim to know

If only we’ll never have to leave.

Dancing forevermore to a song

That never will

become as old as us.