Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Somewhere in New Mexico I Tipped a Waitress 25% - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Somewhere in New Mexico I Tipped a Waitress 25%

 

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you. You must travel it for yourself.

-Walt Whitman

 

On a cool autumn morning in New Mexico

A greasy spoon along the interstate

Walt Whitman and I enjoyed breakfast together

Bacon and eggs, hash browns, coffee and toast

 

And it was very good – no heaves of gas

But Whitman found an errand in some other soul

And sang a different self to California

McKuen rode with me the rest of the way

 

Breakfast was ninety-five cents; I added a quarter

The waitress was happy, and so were we all

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