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English ale

in a student/faculty bar

at the U. of Penn

with the Doors’ “The End”

cranked on the P.A.

thoughts of Satre

& Genet & Camus

dart through my mind

in an odd existential moment

I have no reason

for being here

but somehow I fit

with my poetic consciousness

filtering thru my speech

Don’t belong here

at the university from which

I should have gotten my degree

and I sense the history

of the building 

and of the school

like a dead poet’s society

and ideas for cinema

of the absurd

drift through my mind

in whimsical fancy.

Somehow, a poet

with time to kill

ends up here for a beer

and a chance

to burn some time

and the music continues

to flow through

the bitterness of the ale

and I just listen

Strange days indeed

have happened

and each day offers

some level of chance

for interesting events

however slight.