Yes.

Some days you have a head full of clouds
and then you come home and read about 60's artists with 
raspy voices, deep voices,
lost
voices
and then your head becomes clear
in a not-clear way
but a clear way
a happy way


and you lie on the floor of someone else's house
and listen to late night music videos
and read current affairs stuff all about big ideas like money and Remuera millionaries and egalitarianism and living to 100 and healthcare and all Auckland cares about is money according to the magazines


and then you think on the song letter and know
that it is good 
and friendship is good
and hot water bottles
and warm houses
and wool coats are good, also


and Joni Mitchell and I would be good friends, I think,
if only we met, but that is the point
that we would never meet, we would just roam