From the Archives #2
Thinking of Mark today…
I wrote this a long time ago.
Our stoop
i am daydreaming
in the dark
on the perpetually crowded highway
making my way home
to another pondering night.
and sirens go by
so i say my little prayer
as ‘The World Has Turned and Left Me Here’
graces my car
the same way his music permeated my days
when i was young and stupid.
hopefully he still likes kerouac
and sings and plays guitar
with his scruffy beard and long hair
brushing his reassuring eyes
when he smiles down on me.
i think if there were any place
i could be
i’d be sitting on our stoop
playing ‘Uncle John’s Band’
happily oblivious to what lies ahead.
or riding on the turnpike
in our ’83 volvo
the wind blowing tangles in my hair
smoking secret cigarettes
and learning appreciation for The Dead.
“Life is holy and every moment is precious.”
-Jack Kerouac
