NOT KNOWING

Not knowing
what awaits a Beat poet
and jazz violinist
on the city's street
surely BZ being reborn
and rediscovered now
in his ellipsis of a moment
of fifteen minutes
in the sunlight of his fame
now acknowledged by
his initials being written
on an Esplanade of trees
and an artist's graffiti
suddenly being recognized
by signing autographs
with photographs being taken
by those who never had
his back before.