laying on a bench in golden gate park, it occured to me that you were 3000 miles away, but you never left my side... walking through the desert those nites made so unbearable by the cold and just wearing a flannel shirt, you were there, you made me walk faster, forgetting the cold... and you were there when i shared a bottle of wine with a vietnam vet, down and out just off mission street, his clothes held together with twine and garbage bag ties.. a bottle with a soul brother on a cool frisco nite..but you were there.... i ran back home hitching the highways, picked up by a trucker just outside st louis, popping yellow jackets and highballing straight on to pennsylvania just before daybreak, i searched out the old neighborhood, couldn't find you around.. went into the nearest bar to wash the road from my throat... there you were sitting, waiting for me to come home....Birth sign: Libra
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