Eggs for Ted Berrigan

Who once in Iowa City

Told my friend Marvin

That taken

Together

As poets

They

Were

"Steak and eggs"

& then Ted

Sd

Marvin

Was "the steak"

Which was

Fair enough

I too

Want to be

An egg poet—

Once

In upstate

New York

I saw

The composer

Aaron Copeland

Eating

Steak and eggs

In a diner

& nowadays

Who

Would know

That old man

Eating alone

Just off

Route 20

& who drops

Ted’s poems

In bus stations?

I’m still

Leaving the eggs…

S.K.