We met at a curious Youth Hostel in Monterey.
The fellow at the counter talked about philosophy
Another sat down and played Mozart.
It was all so un-Hostel.
At night I sat with a few people around a camp
Fire drinking beer, and smoking cigarettes.
I sat opposite a fellow who looked distinctly
Like Steinbeck; after all Salinas was only
Down the road.
A woman told me she was a Sufi, and a young
Man from Eugene, Oregon told me of his
Wilderness walk. A young German girl, pretty
As a wildflower asked me and the young man
If we would like to see the sun set on the back-beach.
When we got there the ROAR
Was so loud we could hardly hear each other talk.
We took off our clothes and danced naked
Smiling like Lunatics chanting our Om
To the stars, the setting sun and coming
These are the nights God
Invented. These are the nights
We were born for.