The age of hitchhiking
came to an end.
Couch surfing
can\'t make up for it.
No Kathy who invites you
to stay the weekend
parents gone
all kinds of friends around
skinny dipping at the reservoir.
And Tinder
a caricature
of dancing and flirting
at the Renaissance Club,
Madhouse, Big Apple.
I\'d rather die lonely.
And please
put some books in my grave:
Walt Whitman, Ginsberg,
Vonnegut, Kerouac
and BE HERE NOW
as a bonus.