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The Death of Our
Old Hippie Truck Driver
For Brian, of Happy Memory
For every star that falls to earth a
new one glows.
For every dream that fades away a new one grows.
-Rod McKuen
Suddenly there was cancer eating away
At what was left of his star and his dreams
That second star to the right was suddenly closer
And we can’t know what that far shore is like
But he had often seen the rainbow’s end
Shining across the windshield of his rig
Over his mountains and his magic lands
Interstates according to Peter Max
For years he rolled to the beat of ‘68 -
No more runs, now; his logbook’s up to date
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