bradley walked on the sidewalk
with a suitcase in his hand
they thought he was going to work
but he was headed for the promised land
he went down to track 14
and got on the smoking car
he took his pipe from his pocket
though he was not going far
he started to flick his lighter
and a hand fell on his arm
it was his old chum constantine wedge st john
from his days back on the farm
they had run way together
on the b & o railroad line
to find fame and love in the metropolis
and write poetry and drink wine
how are you, old fellow?
st john drawled in his most disarming style
since we waited in the shadows together
it has certainly been a while
the universe has been blown apart
and put together again
and nobody loses any more
and nobody wins
since everybody was a beatnik
and everybody was a seer
and all the vamps were ire
and all the wolves were were
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