BIG SUR147
And as I say our songs grow mightier as the road grows darker and wilder, finally here we are on the canyon road the headlights just reaching out there around bleak sand shoulders—Down to the creek where I unlock the corral gate—Across the meadow and back to the haunted cabin—Where on the strength of that night’s booze and getaway gladness Billie and I actually have a good time lighting fires and making coffee and gong to be together in the one sleepingbag easy as pie after we’ve bundled up little Elliott and Dave and Romana have retired in his double nylon bag by the creek in the moonlight.
No, its the next day and night that concerns me.
