Those guys I once admired for
their seriousness their sceniness
their uses of ironic hats
the moony eyes that cast their ways
still know all the apocrypha but
are not even those guys anymore.
Most of what I didn't understand
I still don't understand.
A couple more of his jokes I get if anything;
more patient with people not myself, and
with myself. And he still missed the Mississippi
from the bridge, and I am still me
and he still can sing.
