Scott Thomas Lowe POETRY

"The Main Train"

I saw Somerset Maugham
in a broken mirror
waiting for Sadie to arrive
a pen chained to his wrist
by fate
to keep his lines alive
Picasso in an empty loft
with a pricetag on his brush
Dali on a velvet couch
so cool
so calm
so plush
Kerouac and Ginsburg
asleep along the road
Ferlingetti and Corso
and the ghost of Old
Tom Joad


But I didn't see you
in the lightning
and I didn't see you
in the rain
and I didn't hear you
in the thunder
as we rolled across the plain
I saw Mark Twain
on the Mississippi
and Muddy Waters too
they were on a train
that roared right past me
headed for a place
reserved for few


But I didn't see you
in the lightning
and I didn't see you
in the rain
I couldn't hear you
in the thunder
as I leapt aboard that train
There was Jimi Hendrix
at the throttle
and Pig Pen
shoveling coal
Janis Joplin
sucking on a bottle
And Morrison screaming
"Roll baby, Roll"


But I didn't see you
in the lightning
and I didn't see you
in the rain
'cause they wouldn't give you
any tickets
and they wouldn't let you
on
that
train


Scott Thomas Lowe, L.A., 1977
© Copyright 1977, 2003, Scott Thomas Lowe.
 
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