When I slept

I had a dream about you

It was open mic night

At our local coffee house

Every seat in the place, packed

To and due of you…

My brother from another mother

Up upon that stage

With your lit cigarette in one hand

Notebook in the other…

You reached down and out

Tapping source of love, of life

Good-times came and gone

You made us laugh

You made us think

You made me laugh so hard

I farted along with Mickey, Goofy, Wiley

And kitty cat Nikki…

Until my brink

That notebook: old, worn, torn

Packed with rhymes, and schemes

Your love, your hopes, your dreams…

You reached down and out

Love from above set you free

It took you out of your human inflicted misery…