C’mon C’mon C’mon C’mon

Here we are (me and Frank)
at Jim Morrison’s Grave
Frank wanted to read here.
Whatever.
Doesn’t really hold much significance to me,
I’ve heard a handful of the Doors’ songs.
Catchy, dated.
Some kid has his headphones on,
he’s looking rather reverent,
I wonder what he’s listening to.
Frank’s striking up a conversation
and the girls are loving it.
Frank says Morrison is a poet in [...]