Sea sick Portland
in the quite early morning
& this city just sits
Filled with dharma bums
(blankets over heads on Congress)
coffee shops & rubbish trucks
used bookstores with beatnik junkies
Angel-headed hipsters, come home
Where are you, starry dynamo?
Cradled brick streets scream restless
crazy old man: "genocidal & racist"
while park children chase pigeons
Portland, you look good in vintage
(I won't hold it against you either)