After the meal a decision was in order.
Where do we go from here? A logical place was San Francisco.
The fact that it was 4 hundred miles away escaped us.
On the map, it was "somewhere up there" which was good enough for
When a small truck veered to the side of the road we hurried over.
It was a 1950's Delivery Vehicle that had been converted to a camper.
There was a mattress in the back which I settled down upon while Alf rode shotgun.
The driver was on
his way to Santa Barbara and must have felt
more the merrier"
sooner than we'd gone a few miles,
pulled over for a guy and girl who themselves were lugging duffel bags
and they joined me in the back.
a jug of Red Wine appeared from our fellow Hitchhiker's duffel bag and was passed around.
We imbibed as if it were a sacrament and I could
feel it warming me, taking the edge off the road and by the third round weariness had been replaced by a flood of Visions......
.......I'd been so many things in my short life, worn so many hats,
thrown so many experimental boomerangs into the wind,
paying the price when they didn't come back at all
or did come back and hit me in the head........
My Passions ran as
deep as my need for Survival and I knew somehow I would prevail .....
The wine had flushed the sand from my Intellectual Gears
and began churning out a Faith Restoring Reflections......
Yeah, is was me.....still alive.....
reappearing on Pacific Coast Highway of all places.......
a Vagabond Bohemian in search of Cosmic Consciousness
with an internal galaxy of Poems and Visions........
In fact the trip we were on was all about Poems and Visions,
it was a living, breathing Testimony to everyone we ever loved
or would ever love....
we were doing this for the good of Humanity as well as ourselves......
The little truck with
the California vibe,
my friend Alf and my Renewed Optimism
my soul sing in its chains
Wordless Knowing that sometimes revealed itself to me........
"That wine's hitting me, man!"
I wanted to stay forever in that
driving northward, never reaching a destination
but Enduring the cruelties of the world
until everything had changed for the better
and I was healed
of my sorrows .......
I needed to understand and to be understood
and I sensed that if I could face the world in the same "head"
I was in now,
I would utter the
magic words to set my soul free.......
Alf was feeling mellow too and that made me happy.
I liked it when we could both be mellow.
It was what we lived for because Creativity and Good Vibes
always flowed from it.....
Even with our occasional squabbles we
were like brothers
and we always wanted
what was best for each other in the long run............