I changed the title of my last poem.
I lost too many friends. I don’t mean to be a priss.
And no they aren’t gone. I stopped drinking forty years ago
after a party at a hotel when we were clearing out and a friend
asked if he could stay til morning from the cold
and I said yes and decided myself that my world too
was getting a little too rough around the edges
and I decided to stop drinking myself.
Now is Tie-Dye worn to say your the kind of guy
who would host a hotel party so your
friend at least would have a place for a night
without him knowing what you had done for him? Then I’m in
the right generation.
September 