Draft Beer

this is an
untitled post
or
rather
a draft
I'd rather have a draft beer
in front me
as I imagine
you would too

It was kinda warm out
and I was headed south
from New Hampshire
it was early May
kinda muggy
I found the location
on my phone
and drove there
with minimal difficulty
it was actually incredibly easy to find
it would have taken so much more effort
and planning
ten years before
amazing what having a device in your
pocket that has the sum total
of human knowledge on it can
do for you
good and bad
I drove through the
town and it looked like I had imagined it
oh and I've seen photos
but the small little factory town
mill town houses
too many shops owned by
"George"
little cement steps leading up to
screen door
front doors and
doorbells
tiny little yards
with a car parked across
and kids in tshirts
eating chips
and laughing
It wasn't hard to
find
like I said
even the gravestone
I actually drove right up
to it in my red rent a car
I took a bunch of photos
with each of my cameras
I had five cameras with me
six if you include the phone
how many pictures do
you need of a grave stone?
Problem was I had to pee
REALLY BADLY
you can only hold it down
for a while
if  I sat down
I was screwed
I smoked a cigarette
left two behind
and drove off to find a bathroom

I flew to Iceland
and waited for another plane
the customs agent there asked me
how long I was going to be in Europe 
I replied "Iceland just until my plane leaves
and Europe for two weeks."
I didn't have any
what was it kronners? krona
750 ISK
for a sandwich
( oh this was coming back)
and I had a boatload of euros
but they took euros also
so it worked out ok

the Parisian
night sounds
of private clubs
drunkenly spilling out
in the street 
on the Rue Richelieu
at 4 am
every night
it's along the way to Bibliotheque
Nationale
where satori
was so difficult to come by
and misguided gendarmes
gave incorrect directions
and when I asked, three or four people,
and no one knew where it was
maybe I was pronouncing it incorrectly
but no I don't think so
no one knew
"Je ne sais pas."
so I bought a map
at Gallimard
where the window
had Cendrars and Miller
in the window
(I stopped at a shop selling signatures and asked
about Cendrars
1000 euros and they couldn't find it
in their binders
"binders full of signatures"
awkward because I knew I would not buy it
they had two, the second much better
the other was a note in pencil on a pocket pad paper, faded)
near Place de Moliere
or le restaurants Japonais
so many in one area
next time
I'll stay in a neighborhood
not three blocks
from the Palais Royal
When I got home I opened the
UK Deutsch edition
the one with the pack of Gauloise
on the cover
and it was the same street that
he was looking for.