First Draft of Bob Kaufman poem, Mantle

               April 18, 1925 to Jan 12, 1986

Bobby, this whole week 

I've been looking for you 

stumbling down Telegraph, 

darkened streets and alleyways
Every bent head, every ragged step 

it drags sleep across 

the shadows of pushers
Your dark face in the darkness 

The news travels slowly 

in the time it took God to make the earth, 

you died and there's Jack on stage 

reading a poem to you,

dead all this week.

Jan 12, or 17? 1986
first journal entry is 2/3/86, but it was originally written on a napkin at Cafe Triest


see Bob Kaufman poem
MANTLE



Many revisions before I got there.