Better

Better to go down by the sea at night and hear music
or walk the Grey Street
with the hookers and junkies high on light.

Better to walk the roads alone berfet of sounds
free-wheeling
into crazy mystic wandering morns.

Better to read Jeffers by lamp light
and read about stone and hawks
winging their way over Big Sur.

Better to see fog drift mountains
under a spring mist rain
listening to old Hank Williams

and better to have tried the poet's voice
than being nothing at all.