Keith, at the time, was living in an old warehouse just across the freeway from downtown, right at the exit ramp. There was a long asphalt driveway that ran up to the huge double door that was his front door, and there was one exactly like it across the warehouse; the same kind of door and driveway leading out and down to the street again. 

old men of a more genteel nature / play bridge or something similar.

Once in the middle of a boy’s walk
Where I came seeking facts to wonder at,
I found a relic left from a small life,

Mother of fictions
and of irony,
help us to laugh.

I, Gelimer, on a hill in Africa, 
Recently come to my senses, although it is late. 
At the end of my kingdom and my years,  

Not that his writing isn’t moving when
it doesn’t seem it should be,
owing in part, at least, to the cloud of difficulty

Just after Ludwig II's death the surgeons opened
   below his ribs and removed his heart:
it's now preserved, indeed enshrined, in a silver vase

The man wearing the tailored suit, casually
Overdressed: in the midst of this confusion
He loses track (though not direction, bearing,

He begins to notice how all his single friends have dogs
And,wear expensive running shoes, how their
   conversations run

I woke up remembered “It is a day”
& went out to make it
                                            be a day