Thru The Coney Island Night
(For L. Ferlinghetti 1919-2021)
Where are you going?
Maybe, to the stars
Maybe, to the moon
Or to heaven where Ginsberg
Kerouac or Corso are drinking espresso
Listening to Jazz on the Hi-Fi
And recalling old tales of 1950's bohemia
Burroughs shooting up
And Cassidy stealing another car!
So, you can go to San Francisco
Thru the Coney Island night
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: tribute