A scintillating fog approaches Golden Gate. A
sun has risen and I’m on the bus to Arkansas.
Not sure where I am now. Some 80 or so miles
to Washington. Cute guy in front of me reading
a travel book. I found a place at Port Authority
to eat. Took credit lonely seeing $31 cash out of
coming around in full view of Big Apple. Still
blue skies wearing a black jacket. Gray bulldog
crinkly black long. The Potomac. It gets pierced.
Crane stuck in places he doesn’t want to be and,
well, pretty much the whole lot of it, but for his
disdain. I think it is 1923. Four silos. A man
in black reading something called Bad Girls of
the Bible. Chillier still. Memphis around 1pm.
