Richard Brautigan

Sometimes, well actually often I think about Brautigan. I came accross this poem which I had read a long time ago and it made me smile.

THE SYMBOL by Richard Brautigan

When I was hitch-hiking down to Big Sur,
Moby Dick stopped and picked me up. He was driving
a truckload of sea gulls to San Luis Obispo.
“Do you like being a truckdriver better than you
do a whale?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Moby Dick said. “Hoffa is a lot better
to us whales than Captain Ahab ever was.
The old fart.”