Jack Kerouac's grave
I almost died of alcoholism
Tuff but real people
The east coast never lets go

Midnight brings larks of strangers
Sheep on the eastern hills
Ophir winds calm like rain
The gentle sound of rain

Maples of Vermont burn like passion
Maine is a festival of beauty
We are the tramps of Springsteen
College campus of thunder

We gather rectitude
Pander and parley with peace
Commonwealth of old church democracy
See the stained glass in sunlight

Second and third revolutions
Concord poets
Individuality
American dream and central park

Roads in the steep mountains
Quiet parish steeples
Old towns
Oak trees when grandma cooked

Park benches by the old pond
Schools of red brick
New England clouds
I will never leave your squares

Rain on the blurred window glass
Lilacs like an impressionist painting
Fog from the sea
Shells left from the tide

Coffee that wakes you up
Buildings of concrete forests
All night bars
Women that dress for men

New York City always watches
Wharfs and lobster rolls
Lighthouses
Dunkin Donuts

Joseph Narusiewicz

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