in chinatown
i eat roast pork stuffed buns
as men and women peer at aubergines
looking for deep purple
chasing the Beats
jack and allen and bob
i read poetry in City Lights
earnestly,
it does nothing for me anymore and I
feel aged and sad
mostly sun, some rain
Christmas Eve
Old Pharoah Sanders plays Yoshis
Sits down between solos
Jeff has named his baby Sage
surfers like seals
ride waves under the golden gate
deep enough not to hit
the stone wave breakers
jazz and water and hills and democrats
in the dusk i busk
and make only cigarettes and smiles
which is better than dean moriarty
