EAST AND WEST COAST POET

A Bostonian
who was a Californian
in his jeans and spirit
remembers his boiled dinners
toast and tea
with baked beans and Apple Betty
at lunch in Harvard Square
dressing in
a motor cycle jacket of James Dean
breathing in blood warm breaths
and a thousand year Evergreen
until his Hollywood host
of a dream took him
to the Coast
of which he made the most.