La State Of Mind Poem by gershon hepner

I’m in an LA state of mind,
but do not rule out Culver City,
where at the Trader I can find
the nuts I think make me so witty.
Salted, peppered, cashews are
my spirit food that with libations
of single malts in my wet bar
provide my Islay inspirations,
and all the best ones come from Joe,
the Trader in the city named
for Culver––rhyming word, you know,
for what should not make you ashamed,
although it may make those who aren’t
yet in an LA state of mind.
Try reading mine, and if you can’t,
put pressure on your felinekind
to join you sipping single malts,
and eating cashews that are peppered;
don’t let them try to change your faults––
be proud of them like spots of leopard.

Inspired by Bill Joel’s “New York State of Mind”.

7/17/08