A Beggar’s Poem

Listening the  

Rolling Stones' 

Beggars Banquet;

Some things get better with age

and cloudy afternoons, 

especially Fridays after a long week of long 

nights and days worth skipping, 

and sleepless dreams of brothers calling 

from hospital beds 

and floating, surreal landscapes; 

bedside visits with sleeping patients 

sleepwalking through new dreams of old visions, 

new views of familiar mountains

to the North and East.  

And we would all like 

to get out of here soon 

and go home to even 

a beggars banquet.