In the moment

Sitting here with Kerouac and Larkin stuffed in my bag (and two left in an old ten-pack, but that's our little secret). Got Dylan pushed in my ear. Appropriately, Blood on the Tracks. And in this moment everything's good. Sun shines through the window and I've got everything I need.

Bonus track

Larkin's quite familiar
because,
at the risk of being preposterous,
our styles are somewhat similar

Well... sometimes