NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you. You must travel it for yourself.
-Walt Whitman
On a cool autumn morning in New Mexico A greasy spoon along the interstate Walt Whitman and I enjoyed breakfast together Bacon and eggs, hash browns, coffee and toast
And it was very good – no heaves of gas But Whitman found an errand in some other soul And sang a different self to California McKuen rode with me the rest of the way
Breakfast was ninety-five cents; I added a quarter The waitress was happy, and so were we all