Bring in the spinach and the nicked beets.
Protect the rest of the plants with blankets and sheets.
Only the fireplace provides the house heat.
Write a verse I don’t like and press delete.
Keep trying till I get it right. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Kerouac hitch hiking down the street.
The Lonesome Traveler shuffles his feet.
I’m Dean. I’m Sal. I’m in paradise with my gal.
From the east coast to North Cal.
Typewriter is this Dharma Bums best pal.
On the Road filling blank pages, mile by mile.
Poem almost finished, no time to take a bow.
The next blank page is awaiting that beatnik style.
Nomad 