driving all over the county
and even a little out
looking for work
up and down highways
27 22 28
until i didn’t know
what highway i was on
going north south
west or east
called a number
in the classifieds
for conservation jobs
sounded good
up to the $39.95 service fee
hung up
but as soon as i did
all i could think about
was jack on desolation peak
all by his lonesome
searching the horizon
for signs of a fire
the more i thought
the more i wanted
to call back and say
“send me all you’ve got
whatever the cost
there’s no price tag on nirvana
maybe i’ll call back tomorrow
i thought
of course i never did



last night, out of reverence
for olden days,
my girl on holiday,
sat around a kitchen table,
with the boys from school,
swilling beers, chowing
leftover barbecue.

driving home to a mellow
beat of dear coltrane,
sucked in sweet night air,
cooled by the now passed rain –
breaking the day’s humidity.

vowing not, to let
nature escape me,
slept in the grass
a shrine, a candle, and
a stick of opium,
a cigarette wafting me
to sweet sleep.

enwrapped in down cocoon,
on top of lounge chair,
keeping dry, from the still
rain damp grass;

awakened by first sun break,
transforms the sky from indigo
to a sweet cerulean;
saw a pair of skunks
dancing in morning dew,
scarlet cardinal chirps,
a morning mating

to a distant lover,
echoing back the call;
heard the first train whistle
from linden station,
taking monday commuters
to city jobs,
heard trucks, and automobiles,
on nearby highways –

morning had begun.

sugar mountain

in the diner
facing each other
over coffee
our nightly ritual
friends back together
by circumstance
what was it
in her eyes
was it my mind
already late took
the long way home
she wanted to hear
sugar mountain
i wanted whatever
made her happy