Poetry Friday, The Galilee Hitch-Hiker, Part 2

The American Hotel

Baudelaire was sitting
in a doorway with a wino
on San Francisco's skidrow.
The wino was a million
years old and could remember
dinosaurs.
Baudelaire and the wino
were drinking Petri Muscatal.
"One must always be drunk,"
said Baudelaire.
"I live in the American Hotel,"
said the wino, "And I can
remember dinosaurs."
"Be you drunken ceaselessy,"
said Baudelaire.

I feel like Brautigan adds a certain sumpin' sumpin' to the holidays, don't you?

Here's my wish for you all for the holiday and the New Year:

Be you drunken ceaselessly--be it on cheap wine, on dinosaurs, on poetry, on beauty, on joy, on love, on life.