In bed with Ted Berrigan

Lying on a camp bed at 4am
Listening to Ted Berrigan read poems
About Brooklyn 
And New York 
On YouTube
The fat old fucker
Imbibing amphetamines to the tune
Of red and blue and green and yellow

That voice that sounds like the voice of a poet all right

He sidles up against Whitman 
The hairy old fox
With his furry chin
He likes to make a case for the 
Connectivity of certain poetic fellows -
Women loved him I bet, despite themselves

He sidles up against me
The long dead pan handler 
And half croaks, half whispers poems of Brooklyn
And New York
So that I stay awake with him
Until the morning comes over all bird song and sirens 
On the Tower Bridge Road

Better than make-believe 
That we should furnish the night time with good ghosts.