IMPROVISATION #15

As a January snow storm
is beneath our train
a drift sinks its teeth
in the vanishing rain
thinking of the day
when I was emerging
for my first urban reading
and ran into Allen Ginsberg
at the Manhattan station
(yet pardon,me)
looking like Cinderella
with an Eastern turban
who quietly kissed me
on my head
who came to hear me
carrying his sitar
matching to accompany us
in the downpour.