Wednesday, April 5, 2017


I ran down stairs and alley ways,
Between the Berkeley streets,
On my way home to dinner;
The Parent’s “Intellectual meet and greets”.

We played in the Solano tunnel,
The trains forever now gone.
Smoked my first lit cigarette,
In Sproul Hall with my new friend Juan.

Juke boxes played Martha and the Vandalia’s
“Dancing in the Streets” …
The rhetoric was Free Speech,
Scripts plotted between the sheets.

I watched the Fairmont elevator
From the window in my bedroom…
Go up and down till two AM,
I always fell asleep too soon.

Years later, there was People’s Park
Riots exploding with peoples’ wrath…
I took shelter in Moe’s Book store
Discovering more Kerouac.

There was Ludwig in the fountain,
Another Campanile suicide…
I globbed on to free thought and music,
Celebrating that decade’s hell of a ride.

My open-minded point of view
Is my family’s gift to me…
My nonjudgmental parents,
Gave me permission to live free.

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