Black coffee with honey
squeezed from a plastic bear
in a white cup no cream
Liquid dreams sustain years
working at dead end jobs
at nightclubs and bookstores
As the years slip away
decades pass in a flash
nearly fifty next year
Cashed in my youth to laugh
or cry at misfortune
so bitter I could scream
Kiss the girls say goodbye
never was a rock star
in hotels a quick fuck
With a groupie or two
the life of the writer
rarely opens such doors
Indecent proposals
from affluence and cash
where motorcycle gear
Trades for a suit and tie
life on the road travel
around the world observe
How other people live
within their tribe and town
description specific
How people eat and drink
dress and dance to music
always familiar yet
Ontologically strange
as phenomenal acts
different in appearance
Nothing I know first hand
as a correspondent
in Nepal or Tibet
Entertaining landscapes
where to find adventure
with perseverance
Yonder mountains call forth
to climb or to study
patience the will to serve
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